It was mid-morning the next day when Ace returned. The white girl, naked as usual, was sitting on the small porch. The big Negro told her to go bathe in the creek. When she returned, Ace got up and motioned for her to follow him.
"We're going to see a fellow," he said.
"Should I get my shirt?" The white girl asked.
"No, no need," Ace told her. "Nobody's around, and besides, it's so ragged it don't hide anything, anyway." He grinned. "And, you'll just have to take it off when we get there."
The white girl followed him obediently down the path through the woods toward the abandoned coal town of Slateville. The woods were silent except for the muffled sounds of insects and birds. The summer air was warm, heavy.
"This fellow we're going to see," Ace said. "If he happens to ask any questions - and I don't think he will - just tell him you're from Carleton and let it go at that. Don't tell him anything else. Tell him to ask me."
The naked white girl shrugged slightly and kept following the black man along the path.
They came to the edge of the woods and stopped. Ace went into the former coal mining town and looked up and down the dusty, deserted street that ran between two rows of crumbling frame houses. His eyes searched among the houses and shacks.
Satisfied that no one was around, he motioned for the white girl to come on. She followed him to where Greenie's old black Chevrolet was parked beside one of the old houses. Knowing what was expected of her, she waited until he opened the trunk lid.
He helped her in and she curled up on an old piece of blanket that had been spread in the trunk. Ace shut the lid. Holes, eaten through by rust and weather, allowed hot dusty air and some light into the trunk, but still it was stifling and hot. After a while she heard the car start and felt it begin to move.
Chapter One
"You ready for another good one?" the Negro asked.
She shrugged, shuddered slightly, and nodded.
"Me and Old Dude sure poured it on you that night, didn't we?" the black man went on.
"It was a wild night, Ace," she said.
"Better than that time at Spencerville?" he asked.
"Well, that was different," the girl said softly.
"It sure was," Ace agreed laughingly. "We'll have to go back to Spencerville again sometime. How would you like that?"
"I-it would be all right," the naked white girl said hesitantly.
"We'll go back sometime," the black man said firmly. "But for tonight, we'll see what we can do here. You need a good screwing, too, I guess?"
"Yes," she answered. "That's the best part."
The Negro laughed.
"Y-you want me to get the switches now?" the white girl asked timidly.
"We'll wait a while," Ace said. "It's early yet. I been thinking you was needing some touching up. Them last welts are almost gone. You like to be whipped before a screwing?"
The girl shrugged again.
"I don't know," she said.
"Well, it don't matter to me if you do or not," Ace said. "I enjoy it. It perks me up. Old Dude couldn't take the time, though, could he? He was always in too big a hurry. Damn if he..."
He stopped suddenly and stood up. A large dog that had been lying beneath the shack had come quickly from beneath the small building and trotted down the rocky path, growling angrily.
"I'll see who that is," the black man said. "Probably Greenie." He left the porch and went through the one-room shack and down the path after the dog.
The naked white girl got up and went into the house. She got herself a drink of water from a bucket sitting on a table beside a small stove.
Besides the stove and table, the only other furnishings in the room were an iron bed in one corner and a couple of chairs. A ragged quilt covered the small bed. Across the back of one of the chairs hung a ragged shirt. Another shirt had been thrown on the bed. Some groceries - cans of beans and store bread and a jar of jelly - sat on one end of the table. A wooden box sat behind the stove.
The girl finished her drink and started to go back to the porch when Ace came back into the room. He was followed by another Negro man, a tall, lanky creature wearing a black pair of pants and a gray shirt. A battered hat perched on top of his head.
He stared wide-eyed at the naked white girl.
"Damnation, Ace," he grunted. "Who is that?"
Ace laughed; "Hold on to yourself, Stoney," he said. "I'll tell you about her in a little while. Right now let's have a beer. Get us one, girl." He motioned for the other man to follow him and they went out on the porch. The girl took two cans of beer from a pan of water behind the stove and followed them.
Stoney couldn't keep his eyes off the naked white girl.
"She sure is pretty, Ace," he panted. "How did - where did - ???"
"Wait, wait," Ace told him. "Take it easy."
"That's what Old Dude meant," the other man went on. "He had this fellow tell me that I ought to come see you, that you had got hold of something real good. That must of been what he meant. Who is she?"
Ace sipped his beer.
"Well, she's mine, to do whatever I want to with, that's who she is," he told the other black man. "And she does just what I tell her, don't you girl?"
The white girl looked at the floor and nodded.
"Where did you get her?" Stoney wanted to know. He reached forth a big black hand and boldly rubbed the girl's pink breasts, letting his hands slide right down her smooth white stomach to the clump of blonde hair between her thighs. The girl stood obediently still.
"Well, her and her maw lived over the ridge," Ace said, "dirt-poor, and her maw got into some trouble with the law and had to get money to high-tail it out of here. I let her have ten bucks for the kid. And it was a bargain, too."
"It sure as hell was," Stoney agreed, letting his hands play shamelessly over the white girl's body. "A man sure could have some fun with her."
"You don't have to tell me," Ace said, sipping his beer. "I've had some good times with her."
"What's her name?" Stoney asked.
"Hell, I don't know, don't remember," Ace told him. "She don't either. Her maw just always called her 'girl' mostly, and never bothered to call her by her name, if she's even got one. You got a name, girl?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"It don't matter," Ace said, grinning. "You don't need one."
"How old is she?" Stoney wanted to know.
"Damn if I know," Ace said. "She don't know either. Probably around fourteen or fifteen. Maybe younger. It don't matter. Like I always say - if they're big enough, they're old enough and she's big enough."
"Yeah," Stoney murmured, still staring at the naked white girl. "Just the right size, I'd say. But what about the law and that...?"
"Hell," Ace snorted. "The law ain't been in this hollow for years. No need for anybody to come up here. The mines all shut down six, seven years ago. Nobody knows she's here except me and you and Old Dude. Her maw, and Greenie," he added. "Greenie is a girl I know. And she is something. But hell, Stoney, you been asking all the damn questions. Let me ask one: How did you find me?"
"Well, this fellow I know down at Atlanta told me he had seen Old Dude and Old Dude said for him to tell me you had something real good up here, a white bitch, and for me to come see you." Stoney took a deep drink of his beer. "He said Old Dude said you lived at Fitchburg. Well, I was going through Fitchburg and I thought I'd ask around and this fellow runs a cab company..."
"Carbide Smith," Ace interrupted.
"Yeah," Stoney nodded. "That's him. He told me he thought you lived up this hollow. He wasn't sure. I drove to that old mining town down the hollow..."
"Slateville," Ace interrupted again.
"Yeah," Stoney said, "and then I started walking up to the hollow. I was just about ready to go back when that damn dog came growling at me. I didn't know whether to run or not. Good thing you come and called him off."
"That dog can smell anybody a mile away," Ace said. "He does a good job."
"I sure am glad I didn't turn back," Stoney said, eyeballing the white girl and grinning broadly. "I guess my car'll be all right down there, won't it?"
"Oh, yeah," Ace told him. "Nobody comes around here. They ain't got no reason to."
Stoney jabbed a thumb toward the white girl.
"Sure is pretty. It just don't seem like her mother would have left her," he commented.
"Hell, her mother didn't care anything about her," Ace told him. "White trash. Dumber than the girl is, and all she was interested in was a drink of moonshine now and then." He chuckled. "She ain't likely to come back, either. She was mixed up in a break-in and the sheriff got after her and a couple others. She knows if she does come back the law will latch onto her right quick."
"She always go running around like that? Naked?" Stoney asked.
"Sure," the other Negro told him. "She ain't got any use for clothes. Never goes anywhere. All she's got is an old shirt. Besides, what we do with her, it's better to be naked, ain't it, white girl?"
She raised her face and gave a trained smile, showing even white teeth. "Yes, Sir."
"Fix us something to eat," Ace told her. "I bet Stoney is getting hungry." The girl got up and went into the shack, the two black men following her. They sat at the table while she opened a can of beans and poured them into two cracked plates. She took some bologna and bread from the sack of groceries and set the food before the two men.
"You remember that other little white girl we whipped and screwed that time?" Ace asked, between bites.
"Yeah," Stoney said. "She called us some ugly things and we sure fixed her good, didn't we?" He chuckled. "We switched her white ass 'til she couldn't hardly walk and then we screwed her 'til she couldn't hardly wiggle. That sure was something."
"Me and Old Dude done the same thing to this one," Ace told him. "We went at it all night long. It plumb wore out Old Dude. He couldn't get around much for a couple of days." He laughed. The naked white girl had been standing at one end of the table. Ace looked at her. "You want some more of that?" he asked.
"I-it would be all right," she said softly.
"I'll be damned," Stoney muttered. "She acts like she kinda likes it."
"She does, now," Ace told him. "I've whipped the hide off her since I've had her, and screwed her 'til she couldn't stand up and now she likes it."
"I'll be damned," Stoney muttered again.
"We'll get to some of that tonight," Ace promised. The other black man grinned broadly.
They finished eating and Ace opened two more beers. The two men went back out on the small porch while the girl ate the scraps and then cleaned up the dishes. She came to the porch and leaned back against the wooden rail.
"You sure got something good here," Stoney commented, a trace of envy in his voice.
"You ain't telling me nothing," Ace said. "We've had some real wild times with her. You wouldn't believe it. But I'll show you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife and handed it to the girl.
"Go get a couple," he said gruffly. The girl went meekly through the shack and out the door at the other side.
"What's that all about?" Stoney asked.
"She's going to get some switches," Ace told him. "Ever since we whipped that other white girl that time, I kinda like it and now I give this one a good going-over every now and then. It gets us both worked up."
"I don't need no working up myself," Stoney grunted, almost panting. "She sure is something. I don't know if I ever saw a prettier little white girl. She's a real fine piece of white meat."
"She sure is," Ace agreed.
They heard the girl come back into the shack. She laid two long hickory switches on the table and came to the porch and handed Ace his pocketknife.
"Want the ropes?" the girl asked.
"Might as well," Ace said. "It'll be getting dark soon."
Shadows had started to lengthen around the shack. Ace motioned for the other man to follow him as he went into the shack behind the naked white girl.
Ace lit a kerosene lamp sitting on the table and pulled down a battered green blind over the single window and shut the doors.
The girl went to the box behind the stove and took out three lengths of rough, dirty rope and laid two of them on the table. She left with the other piece of rope and presently Stoney could see her through the cracks in the floor of the shack as she stooped beneath the small building. She pushed one end of the rope up through a crack and Ace put a big black foot on it and held it. Some four feet away, the other end of the rope came up through another crack and Ace reached down and tied the two ends together so the rope wouldn't fall back through.
"For her ankles," he told Stoney.. The girl came back into the shack and stood in the center of the room, waiting.
"She sure is trained good," Stoney marveled.
Ace grinned.
"I've put in some real training time on her, but you ain't seen nothing yet," he said. Turning to the girl, he put his hands under her chin and tilted her face upward. "You ready, bitch?"
"Yes," she answered, moving her legs apart slightly.
Stoney stared, wide-eyed. He licked out his tongue. A huge bulge pushed at the front of his pants.
"You going to whip her now?" he asked.
"Hell, yeah," Ace told him. "Not always, but lots of times I just stripe her up pretty good before I fuck her. You can be first."
"Like I said," Stoney told him, "I don't need no working up. Why don't you just let me have her right now?"
Ace pushed the girl roughly toward the bed. "Go ahead," he told Stoney, grinning. "Now you help him out, white girl." He sat down in one of the chairs to watch.
Stoney quickly slipped off his shoes, pants, and shirt and came toward the big-eyed white girl. She looked up at the lanky, naked black man, turning an admiring glance at the big hard black penis.
Ace chuckled.
"She wants some of that black meat," he said.
Panting heavily, Stoney quickly pushed her down on the bed and mounted her. She lay with legs spread wide and as the big Negro eased on top of her she reached down and guided his stiff rod into her waiting slit. Stoney gave a low groan and shoved in.
The white girl wrapped her pale, shapely legs around the black man and slid her arms around his shoulders. As he shoved down, she pulled herself upward to meet his thrust. Stoney grunted.
Ace opened a can of beer and watched the two, grinning.
Stoney's glistening black form almost covered the little white girl. He pounded up and down, up and down. The girl heaved upward in rhythm with his furious motions, clinging tightly to him with her legs and arms.
The big Negro reached a sudden, shattering climax and raised his head and groaned weakly.
"Man, oh, man," he grunted. "Wow!"
Ace howled with laughter, pounding the table with his fist. The white girl lay passively beneath the big black man until he rolled off and sat up on the side of the bed.
"She's something else," he said. "She sure gives a good ride." The girl sat up, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of her red lips.
"Now I'll have me some fun," Ace said, getting up. He motioned for the girl. She got off the bed and walked to the center of the room. Stoney got up and started to put on his pants.
"No need for that," Ace told him. "You might as well be ready in case you want to do something else to her." He slipped off his own pants and threw them to the side of the room.
Kneeling, Ace tied the white girl's ankles to the two ends of the rope she had shoved up through the cracks, pulling her young legs far apart. He picked up the other two pieces of rope from the table and stood on a chair beside the girl. Obediently, like a well-trained pet, she raised her arms.
The black man tied the ropes to her wrists, and, pulling her arms high, tied the other ends of the ropes to a rafter just beneath the tin roof of the shack.
As he was tying the ropes, his big penis brushed against the white girl's cheek. Ace reached down and grasped his big tool and shoved it toward the girl's full red lips, rubbing it over her face.
She opened her mouth and grasped the big, purplish head between her lips. She moved her lips in and out and let her red tongue play slavishly over the sensitive bulb. Stoney stared. He sat in one of the chairs, his arms dangling at his sides.
"More of that later," Ace said, pulling his penis from her mouth with a popping sound and getting down from the chair. "She knows all kinds of good tricks now," he told Stoney. Going to the table, he selected one of the three switches and walked back to the white girl, grinning.
The ropes pulled her arms upwards, lifting her young breasts. The muscles of her firm legs stood out and her pale stomach was flat and taut. Ace ran his black hand over her smooth, pink flesh.
"Ain't you even going to gag her?" Stoney asked. "She'll scream."
"Why, sure she'll scream," Ace said. "She always screams her head off. That's the best part. But nobody'll hear her. I bet there's nobody closer than Fitchburg. And if there is, the dog'll let us know if they come within a mile or two. Ain't nobody around here gonna rescue her."
He swished the switch back and forth a couple of times through the air, making a singing sound, and then suddenly he brought the tough, pliant whip-like rod down across the white girl's rear.
She threw back her blonde head and clenched her teeth, a hissing gush of breath erupting from her young throat. Tears trickled freely down her flushed cheeks.
The big black man raised the switch again and brought it slashing down against the backs of her legs. A fiery welt etched itself on the soft pink flesh.
The girl cried out sharply. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She shook her hips from side to side.
Stoney sat erect in his chair now, staring fascinated at the quivering white figure.
Ace jerked the switch upward and crashed it down around the girl's round shoulders, bringing another red welt to the smooth white flesh and a howl of pain from the girl's moist, quivering lips. The black man raised the switch up and brought it down, raised it up and brought it down, raised it up and brought it down. Again and again, faster and harder.
Stinging, biting red welts were added to the helpless, jerking form of the pitiful white girl. Squeals of agony bubbled from her straining throat. Her stomach muscles heaved in and out and she flung herself from side to side at the end of the ropes.
The switch finally cracked in two and the black man threw it aside. He sank into a chair and looked at the sobbing white girl, licking his lips with excitement. He brushed the sweat from his forehead.
The girl quivered and shuddered, her small breasts heaving upward, low moans and grunts of pain jerking from her throat as she wept. Sweat beaded out on her trembling flesh and ran in rivulets from her breasts, belly, thighs, and armpits. Her naked white body was laced with red, burning stripes.
"How about that?" Ace asked Stoney. The other black man took a deep breath.
"That sure is something," he said, almost in a whisper.
The rays from the kerosene lamp cast a yellow glow over the naked white girl's glistening, welted body.
Ace went to the center of the room and knelt down and untied the girl's ankles, careful not to let the rope fall down between the cracks. He tied the ends of the rope together and then climbed up on a chair and untied the girl's wrists. She shook herself and rubbed the burning welts with her hands.
The black man led her to the bed and laid her down. Eagerly, she spread her legs apart and waited for his attack. Ace climbed on top of her and again she reached down and guided the big black prick inward and then wrapped her welted legs around him. She put her arms around his neck and strained her pale burning body toward him.
Ace put a big black, muscular arm beneath her and pulled her upward slightly, at the same time driving down furiously, cramming his big penis in her as far as he could. The white girl shuddered and moaned happily. She wiggled her hips slightly and thrust upward.
Ace crushed down on her, driving in. She met his rhythm and clung to him fiercely, her sturdy white legs gripping tight, her rounded arms pulling him downward to her.
Stoney watched wide-eyed, scarcely breathing. The two forms on the bed blended into a thrashing, bouncing conflict of passion.
The white girl gave a sharp squeal of animal delight as she reached a bursting climax. The black man pounded away, and then flooded forth and fell forward on top of her, exhausted. She mumbled meaningless words and clung to him, her red mouth seeking his. They grasped each other hungrily.
"Damnation!" Stoney muttered.
After a while Ace got up and walked over to the table and sat down. Slowly he lit a cigarette. His big black penis now hung limply between his legs. He grinned broadly.
"She knows how to pleasure a man," he said. The girl sat up on the bed and dreamily stretched her welted white form. She smiled happily.
The light from the lamp reflected back from her pale form. Outside it had become completely dark.
"We'll rest a bit," Ace said, "and then see what else we can get into. How about that,
white girl?"
"Whatever you say," she answered. Ace chuckled. He got a can of beer and tossed it to Stoney and then opened one for himself.
"You the only one that ever fucked her?" Stoney asked.
"Naw," Ace told him. "Hell no. She's been humped a little before I even got to her. Her uncle and an old man that used to be around here used her some, and a couple of her cousins I guess. And I took her over to Spencerville one time and rented her ass out. I let some guys have a little fun with her. You say you would like to go back to
Spencerville, girl?"
"It would be all right," she answered.
"Come here, bitch," Ace ordered. She got up from the bed and came and stood before him. He turned her sideways to him. "Bend over and hold your ankles," he told her. Obediently, she bent over and grasped her ankles.
"Don't turn loose," the big black man said. He picked up the other switch from the table and brought it down in a slashing blow across the girl's plump, rounded pink buttocks. The girl gave a sharp squeal of surprise and pain and shut her eyes, her already welted body shuddering. But she held on to her ankles.
Again the big black man raised the switch and brought it down across the naked white girl's rear. She cried out sharply, shaking her blonde head to clear away the tears from her blue eyes. But she still held on to her ankles. Ace laughed cruelly.
"That ought to put some feeling into you," he told her. He brought the switch down in another angry, slashing stroke, bringing yet another thick red welt to the quivering white flesh and another sharp cry from the girl's throat.
Stoney sat and stared, grinning maliciously.
"That ought to warm up any white girl," he said.
Ace threw the switch down.
"All right," he told the white girl. "You can raise up now."
She straightened up and rubbed her burning buttocks with both hands. Tears eased down her cheeks as she bit her lips to hold back the racking sobs.
Ace's penis had grown erect again and now stood up firm and hard. He got up and took the white girl by the wrist and led her back toward the bed.
"I got an idea," he told Stoney. "I'll screw her while she gives you a sucking. How about that?" He pushed the girl down across the bed.
"You know," Ace went on, chuckling, "one time one of her cousins tried to make her eat him and she damn near did. Bit down on it and almost ruined him." Stoney backed away.
"Aw, hell," Ace told him, "she won't ever do that again, and not to you, I got her trained good now. She knows better. Go around here," and he motioned the other man to the other side of the bed.
Ace pulled the white girl's hips to the edge of the bed and spread apart her white legs. Her head dangled over the other side of the bed. Ace held her thighs and rammed his big black tool inward. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him.
At the same time, she reached her arms backward over her head and pulled Stoney toward her. She opened her mouth and closed her full red lips over the black man's hard rod.
Stoney grunted. The girl reached around and grasped his buttocks and pulled him toward her, the big penis filling her mouth.
On the other side of the bed, Ace was ramming in furiously. The girl clung to him with her legs; her hips wiggled slightly.
She sucked tuggingly at the big tool in her mouth. Stoney jerked and quivered with
excitement, his hips moving back and forth, his breathing rapid. His eyes rolled backward in his head. He moaned lowly.
Ace gave a furious jab forward that shoved the girl's face even closer to Stoney. The black man's sweaty testicles lay on her closed eyelids.
Ace erupted and almost fell forward on top of her. A moan of pure pleasure tried to escape her lips and she almost choked. Just then Stoney reached his limit and flooded forth fiercely. The girl sputtered and gasped for breath.
The two black men pulled away from her and sat down weakly in the chairs. The white girl rolled over on the bed and then lay outstretched, breathing wearily. She wiped the sticky mess from her lips with the edge of the tattered quilt.
"Damn if that wasn't something," Stoney mumbled slowly, his voice weak. "I don't know about you, Ace, but that's done me for tonight and then some."
"You and me both," Ace agreed. "I'm done in." He gave a deep sigh. "We all got to use the bed together," he told Stoney. "We better get some sleep."
Stoney got up and went to the bed and laid down beside the white girl. Ace blew out the lamp and got in bed on the other side.
The two naked black men crowded in against the naked white girl. She threw one shapely leg over Ace and stretched her arms above her head.
Faint rays of moonlight came through cracks in the wall into the darkened shack. After a while the three slept, the men's snores filling the small room.
Chapter Two
It was broad daylight when the girl awoke. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the walls of the shack. On either side of her, the two black men still slept soundly, their bodies crowded against her. She waited patiently for them to wake up.
Her naked white form ached and burned from the beating it had been subjected to the night before.
After a while, Ace roused up and got out of bed. He saw the naked white girl was awake and motioned for her to get up. The big black man slipped on his pants and went out on the porch and lit a cigarette. The girl followed him.
"Fix me some coffee," he told her. "Let Stoney sleep a while. He's probably done in from last night."
The girl used the switches and some old newspapers to build a fire in the stove and then put on a pot of coffee. She went back to the porch and sat down. Ace looked at her welted form.
"We'll have to put some salt on you," he said. "That really wasn't much of a whipping, though, was it?"
"Not as bad as some," she agreed.
"Old Stoney enjoyed it though," Ace said, his voice low. "He ain't seen nothing like that, I bet, in a long time. I told you about the time him and me and Old Dude whipped that little white girl back home. She had been mean-mouthing us and one Sunday her old man was gone and her mother was stone drunk and we took her down on a creek bank and stripped her and wore her out with some switches and then we screwed her 'til she could hardly walk. And then we had to high-tail it out of there." He grinned, remembering.
"But it was worth it," Ace went on. "I guess that was when I learned to like that kind of thing. When Old Dude was here, though, he couldn't take time to whip you, could he?"
"He usually was in a big hurry," the white girl agreed. "He mostly just wants to fuck my cootchie."
They heard movement in the shack and Stoney, rubbing his eyes, came to the door. He d slipped on his pants. The white girl got up and Stoney slumped into the chair and lit a cigarette.
"Man," he said, "I'm done in."
"You'll be all right when you get a cup of coffee," Ace told him. "It ought to be ready." He got up and went inside, followed by Stoney and the girl. The two men sat at the table and drank the coffee and ate some bread and jelly the girl fixed for them. When they had finished, they went back to the porch while the girl ate the scraps of bread and the unfinished crusts, from their plates.
"How do you get by in these hills?" Stoney asked. "You working some place?"
"Naw," Ace told him. "I don't need much. This shack was here and so I moved in. Every now and then I get over to Spencerville or go to Carleton and get in a poker game and usually I can come back with enough to do me awhile. It don't take much."
"You always was a damn good black jack player," Stoney said, "but looks to me like it would get kinda boring just laying around here, even with that sweet white kid to play with."
"Well," Ace grinned, "when I need something different I got this fine yellow gal at Fitchburg. Greenie. And she is something else, man. And sometimes I have a little fun over at Spencerville. I ain't too hard to please." He puffed on his cigarette.
"Ain't nobody around to bother us," Ace went on. "When the mines quit most folks took off north to find work. Fitchburg ain't half as big as it used to be. And Slateville is empty, not a soul. Used to be a big place. Now it's falling apart."
"Yeah, I noticed that," Stoney said.
"I was just about ready to get out of this place," Ace told him, "but then this woman - the kid's mother - started coming by here and leaving the girl if I'd let her have some money for some moonshine. And then the woman - her name is Rosie - got into that trouble with the law and had to take off and she left the kid here with me. I have fun."
"I know you do," Stoney said, chuckling. He sobered. "But I got to get moving. I need to be in Atlanta by tomorrow."
The white girl came back to the porch and leaned back against the rail. Stoney leered hungrily at her naked form.
"I do hate to go, though," he said.
"No reason why you can't come back," Ace told him. "Tell you what. Since you're going through Carleton, I might as well go with you. I need to get over there for a couple of days or so." Stoney continued to stare at the naked white girl.
Ace grinned, seeing the hungry look on the other Negro's face.
"You want to get at her one more time before you leave?" he asked.
"Well, now," Stoney grinned, "I don't mind if I do." Ace got up and went into the shack and the other two followed him. Stoney slipped off his pants.
"I'll get her warmed up a bit," Ace said. He motioned for the other man to sit down in one of the chairs. Taking the white girl by the wrist, Ace led her to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulled her toward him. She stood between his legs while he ran his big black hands over her bare body. Bending forward, the black man closed his lips over one erect pink nipple and sucked gently, his hands continuing their wandering caresses down her back, over her pale white buttocks, between her legs.
The white girl moaned, her eyes closed, arms hanging at her sides.
Ace shifted his lips to her other breast and continued the kissing, sucking. The girl shivered with delight. Stoney sat in the chair, slumping down slightly, his big penis erect, his eyes wide with excitement.
Ace suddenly stopped and turned the white girl around and gave her a sudden shove toward the other black man. She moved quickly to Stoney and straddled him as he sat in the chair. Her pink toes barely touched the floor on either side she reached down and directed Stoney's big black shaft upward and inward. He groaned as she eased down. Ace laughed.
"Ride him, white girl," he ordered. "Give him a good one."
The girl moved up and down easily and at the same time began to expertly wiggle her hips slightly from side to side. Stoney gave a series of sharp grunts.
He laid his big hands on the girl's shapely white thighs and helped her shove downward. Suddenly he gave a sharp squeal of pleasure and reached around her and crushed her to him. He shook violently and the girl clung to him, the chair almost falling backward.
The girl eased away from him and Stoney sat in the chair, arms dangling at his sides, his breath short and rapid.
"Damnation," he mumbled. "How about that!"
Ace laughed. "Get hold of yourself, man," he said. "She done cleaned your plow good."
The girl looked at Ace questioningly.
"No," he told her. "I don't need none." He got up from the bed. "But before we go I better fix you up. Get us a pan of clean water." The naked white girl took the tin pan from the table and left the shack. Wearily, Stoney got up from the chair and put on his clothes.
"She sure is something," he said. "She sure is."
The girl came back with the pan half full of water and set it on the floor. She took a box of table salt from the shelf behind the stove and poured some in the water, mixing with her hand.
"What's that for?" Stoney asked.
"When I stripe her up some," Ace explained, "I always wash her down good with salt water. It stings the hell out of her, but it keeps down infection, and softens her skin too."
The white girl was standing beside the pan of salt water, legs wide apart, hands clenched white-knuckled together and raised over her head. Ace scooped up some the water in his hands and rubbed it over the girl's shapely body.
She whimpered and gritted her teeth and shivered, tears easing freely down her face as the salt bit and burned into the welts. But she obediently kept her hands above her head.
Ace continued rubbing her with the salt water leisurely, whistling, and seemingly oblivious to how the girl's face was turning red in her agony, beginning to sob softly as the pain grew worse and worse for her. He didn't stop until every inch of her was soaked and she was dripping from the salt water.
And then he stopped and put on his shoes and shirt.
"I'll be gone, three, four days," he told the white girl. "There's plenty of groceries to last 'til I get back. Clean the place up good." He beckoned for Stoney to follow and the two men left.
The girl stood for a few moments longer and then went out on the porch and sat down. Her naked body still stung from the salt bath. The air was heavy and far away there was a faint rumble of thunder.
After a while she got up and went back in the shack and lay down on the bed. A mid-summer shower began, the drops beating steadily on the tin roof. To the beat of the rain, she went to sleep.
It was late afternoon when she woke. The rain had stopped. She got up and went to the table and made herself a sandwich of cheese and bologna. Remembering the dog, she took two pieces of the bologna and dropped them through a crack in the floor to the ground below. The dog wolfed them down greedily. For once it wasn't her eating the scraps, it was the dog.
The girl took a small piece of soap from the shelf behind the stove and left the shack. She went down the creek a few yards to a deep place and bathed in the cool water and then sat on a rock and let the sun dry her bare body. She went back to the shack and sat on the porch until dark.
The next morning, after making herself a breakfast of coffee and bread and jelly, she sat on the porch again. She wondered about where her mother and her uncle, Sugar Pete were. She felt tears running down her face, and was sad they had left her behind. She had remembered how her mother had told her she would enjoy staying with Ace, that he would take good care of her, and then her mother just left her with the black man when Rosie and Sugar Pete had to leave to get away from the law. Her mother had never been very kind to her, and Uncle Sugar Pete was worse, but still, it was the only family she had.
She suddenly decided she would go across the ridge to the shack where she and her mother had lived. It would be something to do to pass the day.
Going back into the shack she found the ragged shirt that was her only piece of clothing in the world. The shirt was ragged and threadbare, torn in several places so that her flesh showed through in places, and a couple of sizes too big, but she slipped it on and fastened it in front with a safety pin. She left the shack and went up the path that led across the ridge. The woods were still and quiet except for small insect sounds and an occasional darting flight of birds.
Weeds had grown up around the shack where she and her mother used to live. She went into the small building and looked around. The only furnishings were a bed, a sagging couch, a couple of chairs, and a stove. The stove pipe had fallen, scattering soot over the floor. Still, the place had more furniture than the shack she lived in with Ace. There were only a few chairs, and when Ace had company, she wasn't allowed to sit on anything but the floor, or on the bed if they were going to be using her.
She went outside and sat down in a chair on the porch. She remembered her uncle raping her and her mother laughing about the whole thing. "I was wondering," Her mother had told Sugar Pete, "just how long it would finally take you to get around to it."
She remembered the apple tree behind the house and wondered if any of the apples were ripe. She got up and went around the building.
She stopped dead in her tracks when a man, dressed in dirty gray pants and a dirty gray jacket, stepped from around the corner of the shack. She stared. The man grinned.
"Hello, girlie," he said.
She whirled and started to dash back around the building, but ran into another man, dressed like the other, in gray pants and a gray jacket. The second man grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Hold on, kid," he told her, pressing his grimy face close to hers. "What's the hurry?"
Suddenly she kicked upward and crashed her knee into his groin. The man turned sickly white and turned her loose, but the other man grabbed by the hair and jerked her back before she could run. He gave her a stunning slap with his palm across the side of the head. She reeled groggily.
Dimly, she was aware of a third man, also wearing grimy gray pants and a gray jacket. Vaguely, she knew that the safety pin had been unsnapped and the shirt had been removed and she was naked again. She shook her head to clear away thee dizziness. The three men came into focus. One had her arm twisted behind her and all three were grinning broadly.
"The little bitch almost put me out," the one she had kicked growled. "You better watch her, Pork."
The other man was a huge fellow with a black stubble of beard. "Hold her a few minutes, Pork," he ordered, "and I'll fix her so she won't be any more trouble."
The naked girl glared at the men. The one called Pork - the one holding her - was short, rather old, perhaps fifty-five. The one she had kicked was a lean, ugly man with a deep, whitish scar running from just below his left eye to his chin line. The big man with the stubble of beard was apparently the boss of the trio.
He took a knife from his pocket and started cutting some stakes from a bush at the side of the shack.
"Hammer," he told the one that had been kicked, "go around back and you'll find an old clothes line back there. If it ain't rotten, bring the rope here."
The girl twisted and squirmed and tried to get loose. Pork twisted her arm up higher and she squealed and became still.
"Dammit, Tom," Pork grumbled, "get a move on. She's liable to kick me like she did Hammer."
The one called Hammer returned with the rope.
"It looks all right," he said. Tom had cut four stakes and with a large rock was driving them in the ground near the shack.
"We'll just stake her out here where she can't do no mischief," he said. "Bring her here, Pork. Dammit, Hammer! Help him."
The two men forced the naked girl to the ground on her back and while they held her down, Tom tied her ankles to two of the stakes, legs stretched wide, and then secured her wrists the other two.
She lay spread-eagle on the ground, glaring sullenly at the three men. The hard earth ground into her bare back.
"Hey, now," Hammer said. "This is going to fun. I ain't had none for over four years now."
The one called Tom ran his hand over the naked girl's welted thighs.
"What happened, kid?" he asked. "Your old man take a switch to you?"
"Reckon she's a virgin?" Pork asked, grinning.
"Probably not," Tom said. "You know what they say about virgins around these parts. A virgin in these hills is a twelve-year-old girl that can run faster than her brother."
"I don't give a damn if she is or ain't," Hammer said. "She won't be one for long."
"Let's make it fast," Tom said. "We got to get moving. Once we get to Carleton, I can get us some other clothes and a car."
"She probably lives close to here," Pork said. "Her folks might come looking for her. Let's get a move on."
Tom was first. He kicked off his shoes and slipped off his pants and sprawled forward on top of the naked girl. She closed her eyes and turned her head to one side.
Tom rammed his big penis in and gave her a dozen or so fast, furious jabs and then gushed forth in a speedy climax.
Hammer was on top of her as soon as Tom was out of the way. He was through almost a quickly and leaned back against the side of the shack, panting wearily.
Pork took his turn and swiftly reached a shuddering conclusion. He fell forward on the girl, breathing heavily.
"Come on, come on," Tom told him. "Let's get a move on."
"Give me that knife," Hammer said, "and I'll slit her throat."
The girl's eyes flew open in sudden terror. A frightened whimper quivered from between her lips.
"You some kind of goddamn idiot!" Tom growled at Hammer. "What they get you for? Robbery! Same as me and Pork. You add killing to that and you never will get out if they get you again. We'll leave her here just like she is. Now come on."
The three men left. The girl could see them file into the woods across a field from the shack.
She strained at the ropes that held her. They held fast. The sun rose higher and higher and hotter and hotter. Her naked body dripped sweat onto the dusty ground beneath her.
She tugged more at the ropes and imagined her right arm gave a bit. She pulled harder with that arm and was sure the stake was loosening.
After resting a while, she tugged some more and the stake moved. Tugging harder, she pulled stake from the ground and then untied the rope with her teeth. In a few minutes she had freed herself and sat up weakly.
She recovered her shirt and put it on and then and sat in the shade of the porch for a few minutes. She went to the creek near the shack and bent down for a long, cool drink of the mountain water. Then she went back up and over the ridge to Jamaal's place.
She sat on the porch for a long time and then took off the shirt and went down the creek to deep hole and took a bath. With nothing else to do, she lay on the bed and presently she slept.
...Ace was gone for four days. He came back in mid-morning and found the white girl, naked, sitting on the porch. He grinned at her.
"I had me a nice trip," he said, sitting down. "I got in a real poker game the last two nights." He slapped his bulging shirt pocket. "I got enough to keep us for a while." He looked admiringly at the white girl. "Old Stoney said to tell you he'd be sure to get back as soon as he could."
With him he had brought a sack of groceries and a couple of six-packs of beer. He had the girl fetch him a can of the beer and sat drinking it contentedly.
"The day I left Carleton," he said, "they caught three convicts that had got away from the state pen. Got 'em at a girlfriend's house."
He looked at the naked white girl, his eyes gleaming.
"Me and you are going to have some fun in a little while," he promised. "How about that?"
"It'll be all right," the girl said, smiling sadly. "I'm ready."
The big black man grinned.
Chapter Three
About a week after Ace returned from Carleton, his girlfriend Greenie came to the shack at the head of Slateville Hollow. The big black man and the little white girl had been sitting on the small porch. Ace ran his hand over the girl's naked thighs.
"The last stripes are about gone," he said. "You about ready for some more little bitch?"
The naked girl shrugged and shivered a bit. "I guess," she said.
Ace chuckled. "Well, it'll have to wait. I been saving you up for something special."
"We going back to Spencerville?" the girl asked fearfully.
"No, not yet," Ace answered, "but we're..."
Just then the dog came from beneath the shack and went down the path, growling.
"I better see who that is," the black man said, getting up and going through the shack. He followed the dog down the path. The naked white girl waited patiently, wondering with a frown, what Ace had started to tell her.
In a few minutes the dog came back and crept under the shack and lay down. In a few seconds Ace and Greenie came up the path and into the shack. The white girl looked at the colored girl, her face expressionless.
Greenie was a startlingly beautiful young woman with a golden tan skin and green eyes. Her tight miniskirted dress clung to her wide hips and full breasts. She sat down in the empty chair on the porch and the white girl got up and gave her chair to Ace.
Greenie gazed at the naked white girl, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"You still here, kid?" she said. "I figured Ace would have sold you, or screwed you down to a greasy spot by now." The white girl was silent, her blue eyes cloudy with anger. "Now don't you get uppity with me, white girl," Greenie said, laughing, "or I'll turn you over my knee and blister your fat little rear end for you."
Ace laughed. "You wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked. "She give you a pretty good tongue workout last time, didn't she?"
"It was all right," Greenie said. "And she'll have to do that again, too, but I will get respect from her."
"Go get us a beer" Ace told the white girl. She went into the shack and returned with a can for the black man and one for Greenie. They sat sipping the brew.
"Say, Greenie," Ace said, "I need to borrow your car tonight. I got to get over to Carleton."
The white girl looked at him questioningly but remained silent.
"All right," the colored girl said. "Just put some gas back in it. And speaking of cars, that car dealer in Fitchburg, Jaylee. He says you're supposed to see him about something. He said for me to tell you if I saw you."
He got the idea somewhere," Greenie went on, "that you live in Carleton."
"You didn't tell him no different, did you?" 'Ace wanted to know.
"No," Greenie answered. "I let him keep thinking what he wants to."
"Good." Ace took a sip of beer. "Not many know I live up this hollow and the less that do know the better I like it. I'll go see Jaylee tomorrow maybe."
"He's a son of a bitch," Greenie said. "A pug-nose bastard. Tries to let on like he's really something, but I know what he is. I think a person ought to be himself." She stood up suddenly and went inside the shack. She returned in a few minutes, naked, and sat back down.
Ace looked at her approvingly. Her golden skin gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun that filtered through the tree leaves.
"If this white girl can go naked," Greenie stated, "so can I. Like I say, a person ought to not try to be something they ain't and I like to be this way." She grinned at the white girl. "You ain't drained old Ace dry, have you, kid? I want a little fun myself."
"Don't fret," Ace told her. "I got enough for both of you and then some."
"Yeah, I know," Greenie said, sipping her beer. "You ever go into Fitchburg?" she asked the white girl.
"For what?" the girl asked softly. Greenie laughed.
"You little white bitch," she said. "You mean you got all you need here? She must like black meat pretty good, Ace?"
"Yeah," the big Negro replied grinning. "She likes it real fine."
"He give you all the black meat you want, honey?" Greenie asked, teasingly.
"He does all right," the white girl said, sullenly. Greenie chuckled again, enjoying her game of intimidating the pale girl.
"Ace says," she went on, "that it peps him up to whip you. I ought to get him to switch you real good and then give me a ride."
"I don't need to whip her this time to get me perked up," Ace said. He stood up and grabbed Greenie by the wrist. "Come on." They went into the shack. The white girl watched them through the door, her blue eyes frowning.
Greenie noticed the look and laughed.
"The little white bitch is jealous," she said. "Don't worry, honey. I'll leave some for you."
Ace eased Greenie down on the bed and lay down beside her. He stroked her full breasts, gently massaging her dark nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Greenie quivered. Ace let his hand slide down her smooth stomach, over her thighs, between her legs. Greenie lifted her golden tan arms and pulled his face down toward hers.
The naked white girl watched from the porch, a slight frown creasing her forehead, noticing how much gentler and loving he was with the colored girl than he was with her.
Ace eased on top of the colored girl. She spread her legs invitingly and wrapped them around his thighs. She strained upward as he inserted his thick rod. She gave a sharp grunt as he jabbed downward suddenly.
They thrashed together on the bed as the white girl watched, her blue eyes sullen.
"Oh-o-o-o-o," Greenie moaned, softly. She gave a sudden shiver and shuddered fiercely, clinging to Ace hungrily. He pounded up and a few times more and then fell forward exhausted on top of her, clutching her tightly.
That was good," Greenie murmured. The white girl's red lips curled disgustedly. Greenie opened her eyes and saw the girl's expression. She laughed, shoving Ace away.
"That dirty little white bitch," she said, "she don't like it. Look at that hungry look. She wants some herself. Don't you, honey?"
The girl was silent, head down. Ace chuckled as he got up from the bed.
"I'll see how I can take care of her," he said, "in a little while. I'm beat now, though. That was some ride."
Greenie stretched out lazily on the bed. Ace sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette.
"You remember," he asked, "me telling you about how me and Old Dude and Stoney whipped that little white girl back home?"
Greenie nodded.
"You know Old Dude was here a while back, and we give this here white kid a real going over too, like we did that other one."
"Yeah," Greenie said laughing, "you told me."
"Well," Ace went on, "Stoney was by a few days ago and we give her another good workout." He grinned as he remembered.
"You get a charge out of that kind of thing, don't you?" Greenie said. "I need to be around sometime when you really work her over to see how it affects you. You're wild enough as it is. Beats me, though, why the kid don't up and leave, you whipping her like that."
"Aw, hell," Ace said. "Where would she go? This is her home now. She's mine. Besides, she likes it now. Don't you, white girl?"
"It's all right," the white girl said sullenly, trying hard to keep from weeping, and still sitting in the chair on the porch.
"Come here," Ace ordered her. She got up and come into the shack and stood in front of him. Greenie grinned at her.
"You got yourself a regular little sex toy, Ace," the colored girl said laughing.
"Yeah," the black man agreed. He got up and pushed the white girl toward the bed. "You always said you didn't like getting it in the rear," he said to Greenie. "Well, I got this one so well trained she can take it all right now. At first it was a little rough on her, but she's pretty used to it now."
Greenie laughed, got up from the bed and walked over to the table and sat down. Ace pushed the white girl down on the bed, face down. She buried her blonde curls in her folded arms, raised up her ass and waited for his attack.
The big black man eased down over her, pushing her legs wide apart. Greenie watched, a wide smile showing her white teeth.
"This ought to be something to see," she said. "Like you say, I never did like it that way myself."
Ace ran his hands over the full, twin mounds of girl's plump rear and then grasped the pink, fleshy globes and spread them wide, exposing her tight, girlishly pink anus. He rammed his hard penis inward.
The white girl gave a sharp squealing grunt as the big ebony tool entered her with no preparation or lubricant. Ace gave a powerful surge downward, driving the big black rod in deep. She gave a sharp, tortured squeal, and Greenie laughed.
"Ride her good, Ace."
The big black man jabbed down, pulled back, and then jabbed down again. His hands slid under the girl's hips and pulled her upward to meet his thrust. She quivered, a suppressed sob choking through her full red lips.
Ace rode her steadily, enjoying the extra tightness of her back passage while she whimpered and sobbed miserably. His thrusts became harder until she was whining and whimpering loudly, then he gave her one hard final, savage thrust and fell on top of the pitiful girl, his big black body almost covering her white form. He moaned slowly.
Greenie laughed. "Sounds like you're having a real good time," she said. "Now you got me all worked up again and I bet you can't do anything to relieve me."
"Maybe I can't," Ace said, "but she sure can." He slipped off the bed and stood up, pulling the white girl roughly to her feet. "Greenie needs some attention," he said. "Go fix her up good."
A small frown clouded the white girl's brow, but she walked toward Greenie and obediently knelt between the colored girl's splayed golden legs. She pushed her face into the humid swamp between the tan-colored thighs that opened still further apart. Greenie shoved her wet, fragrant crotch forward, a wide smile of triumph breaking across her face.
"Come on, kid," she ordered, "do me a real good tongue job. If you do me good, maybe I won't put you over my knee like I promised earlier, but you better lick me good!"
The white girl pushed her face toward the gaping, hungry slit. Greenie reached down and grasped a handful of golden curls, pressing the girl's face even closer. The white girl began the humiliating task of pleasuring the cruel colored girl, kissing all over the soupy slit as if she was eager to taste the older girl's syrup. She sucked and lapped at the red edges, her tongue darting in and out. Greenie groaned.
"Oh, baby," she mumbled. "Go get at it. Go on, and get at it. Get it all, slut." She clamped her fleshy thighs together around the white girl's head.
The girl continued her noisy lapping and sucking, swallowing her tormentor's juices, her tongue driving deeper and deeper into the colored woman's yearning orifice. Greenie's breath became shorter and shorter until she was panting lustily, her tan legs hooked over the girls back, her heels kicking down on the girls back like fists. Greenie's damp sweaty thighs clamped and pressed tightly against the white girl's face, mashing her rosy cheeks. She gave a low moan and then shivered violently and gushed forth furiously onto the white girl's face. She held her their awhile, while the girl cleaned up the mess. Finally she unclamped her vise-like grip, allowing the white girl to pull back from the sticky eruption, strands of syrup dripping down her face. Her blonde hair soaked from Greenie's thigh sweat.
Ace howled with laughter and slapped his naked thighs.
"Man, oh, man," he chuckled, "you done pulled Greenie's plug for sure." Greenie leaned back in the chair smiling, her eyes closed, her stomach muscles jerking, her arms dangling at her sides.
The white girl got up, walked over to the bed and sat down, her head hanging in shamed humiliation. Ace got up from his chair and slipped on his pants. He opened a can of beer and handed it to Greenie.
"You're about done in," he told the young black woman. He then turned to the white girl. "Fix us something to eat, slut" he ordered.
The miserable girl got up from the bed and washed her hands in a pan of water on the stove. She placed some luncheon meat and bread on the table, along with a pot of beans. The two sat around the table, eating, while the white girl waited on them. Greenie ate slowly, tiredly.
"She sure took the starch out of me," she admitted, pushing a plate of scraps to the white girl. "What a tongue!"
Ace chuckled.
"She knows how," he said. "No wonder, though. I was the one that taught her."
The white girl ate her scraps in silence.
"You had a little help along the way," Greenie said. "Sugar Pete and them others. You also said you took her to Spencerville once. What did you do with her there?"
"Oh," Ace said chuckling, "we had some fun with some of the folks in the Brotherhood."
"Knowing that bunch," Greenie said, "I bet you did. What did they do to you, kid?" she asked the girl.
The white girl raised her red-rimmed eyes and glanced at Ace, hoping he would not make her talk.
"Tell her," the big Negro ordered.
"They all screwed me," the white girl answered softly.
"I gave her a good whipping first," Ace said, "then I let them all have her for a while."
Greenie laughed. "The little white bitch probably liked it," she said. "How many of em' used you slut?" she asked the girl.
"I don't know," the girl replied testily.
"We're going back," Ace said. "You want to go?"
"I just might," Greenie told him. "It might be fun."
Ace stood up suddenly. "We better get a move on," he said. "It's almost dark." He slipped on his shirt and shoes while Greenie got dressed.
The big Negro turned to the white girl. "I might be back after while," he said, "and I might be gone all night."
He and Greenie left the shack.
The girl sat at the table, eating scraps from their plates, a frown creasing her forehead.
Chapter Four
It was mid-morning the next day when Ace returned. The white girl, naked as usual, was sitting on the small porch. The big negro told her to go bathe in the creek. When she returned, Ace got up and motioned for her to follow him.
"We're going to see a fellow," he said.
"Should I get my shirt?" The white girl asked.
"No, no need," Ace told her. "Nobody's around, and besides, it's so ragged it don't hide anything, anyway." He grinned. "And, you'll just have to take it off when we get there."
The white girl followed him obediently down the path through the woods toward the abandoned coal town of Slateville. The woods were silent except for the muffled sounds of insects and birds. The summer air was warm, heavy.
"This fellow we're going to see," Ace said. "If he happens to ask any questions - and I don't think he will - just tell him you're from Carleton and let it go at that. Don't tell him anything else. Tell him to ask me."
The naked white girl shrugged slightly and kept following the black man along the path.
They came to the edge of the woods and stopped. Ace went into the former coal mining town and looked up and down the dusty, deserted street that ran between two rows of crumbling frame houses. His eyes searched among the houses and shacks.
Satisfied that no one was around, he motioned for the white girl to come on. She followed him to where Greenie's old black Chevrolet was parked beside one of the old houses. Knowing what was expected of her, she waited until he opened the trunk lid.
He helped her in and she curled up on an old piece of blanket that had been spread in the trunk. Ace shut the lid. Holes, eaten through by rust and weather, allowed hot dusty air and some light into the trunk, but still it was stifling and hot. After a while she heard the car start and felt it begin to move.
The car bumped along for a while and then the road became smoother and with less turns. The girl lay patiently in the trunk. There were stops now and then and occasionally the noises increased outside and then faded away again. She had no idea where they were when the car finally stopped. For a few minutes she could hear the sound of voices and then the trunk lid opened and Ace motioned for her to climb out.
They were inside a garage, the only light being from a window at one end. As she climbed out of the trunk, she saw a man in a pink house robe going through a door at one side of the garage.
Ace nodded for her to follow, and they both went through the door into a neat, well-kept kitchen with white cabinets and a gleaming bronze-hued stove and a breakfast nook with a small vase of flowers on the table.
The man in the pink house robe turned and looked at the naked girl, his black eyes glinting. He was of average height, average build, his black hair cut short. He looked as if he had just shaved, but would need to do so again in a little while. His button nose wrinkled at the edges sardonically.
"Well," Ace asked, "what do you think, Mr. Jaylee?"
The car dealer breathed heavily.
"She'll do fine," he answered, his voice harsh with excitement. "She'll do just fine. But we got to get a move on. My wife will likely be back before noon. Let's get her to the bedroom."
"Let's pay me first," Ace said gruffly, reaching out his hand.
"All right," Jaylee said. He went into another room and returned with a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Ace. He slipped off the robe and threw it over a chair. He was naked. Black hairs sprinkled his chest and covered his arms and legs. The girl glanced at his penis and frowned. It was short, almost childlike in its size and shape. Even so, it stood up proud and eager.
The car dealer took the girl by the wrist and led her through a living room into a bedroom furnished with a heavy, dark walnut bed and chest, carpeted with a deep green carpet. She stared at the room, wide-eyed and in wonder. She'd never been in a room this nice before. Ace stood at the door, watching.
Jaylee shoved the girl toward the bed and she lay down obediently. He spread her legs apart and put his head between her legs. She lay still as he mouthed her slit, making grunting, groaning sounds as his tongue lapped inside her thighs, licking the pink-red pubes, lapping inside the deeper red opening.
Ace watched, grinning. The girl lay passively still, a faint stir of passion beginning inside her as the car dealer continued his oral-kissing and lapping.
But suddenly he raised up, shaking and panting. He reached down and grasped his small, hard penis in his right hand and gave a half dozen furious, frantic jerks and sprayed forth in a weak splatter. His spunk splattered on her belly and in the blonde tufts of her downy blonde pubic patch. He lay backwards across the bed, panting heavily. The girl looked at him in disgust.
"I guess that's it," Ace told her. "Come on."
Jaylee got up hastily from the bed and hurried to the kitchen before them. Quickly he put on his pink robe and tied the cord tightly.
His hands opened and closed nervously.
"I didn't mean to rush it like that," he muttered. "I got in too big a hurry, I guess. You'll bring her back, won't you?"
"Maybe, yeah, sure, if her folks will let her," Ace lied. "But right now we got to get her back to Carleton. I'll check back with you sometime."
Ace led the girl through the door and into the garage, lifted the car trunk and helped her in. She curled up inside the trunk and lay still as the car engine started and the vehicle began moving.
She knew they were off the main highway when the ride became bumpier and there were more turns in the road. Finally the car came to a stop and presently Ace opened the trunk lid. They were back at Slateville. He helped her out and she followed him up the path through the woods to the shack.
Ace took time to drink a beer and then turned to leave.
"I got to get Greenie's car back to her," he told the white girl. "Just wait until I return and we will see what happens, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
She sat on the small porch and listened to the quiet sounds of the afternoon. The dog lounged lazily in the dirt beneath the shack. After awhile she went inside and lay down on the bed and dozed off.
She woke with Ace shaking her shoulder. She sat up and yawned, stretching her naked body lazily. Outside it was twilight.
"Get me something to eat," the big Negro told the white girl. She got up and put the food on the table, a roasted chicken and some bread, mustard and cheese. They sat while Ace ate some sandwiches and drank a beer.
After eating, Ace pushed his plate to the white girl and told her to go ahead and eat, pointing to one of the half-eaten sandwiches and a pile of torn crusts, some peeled off skin and fat from the chicken, a piece of cheese with a bite out of it. While she ate, he went on the porch and smoked. In a little while the girl came and sat in the other chair.
"That this morning wasn't much, was it?" the black man asked laughing.
"No, not much," she agreed quietly.
Laughing, Ace said, "That little pug-nosed bastard lets on like he's the greatest thing ever to come to this part of the country. But he ain't got half as much as I got." He looked at the naked white girl and grinned broadly.
"My granddaddy," he went on, "used to tell me how white folks used to own black folks and how some white men used black girls however way they wanted to. Well, now I own me a white girl! I got me a white girl I can use however way I want to! If I want to whip her, I whip her; if I want to fuck her, I fuck her! And she likes it, don't she?"
"Yes," the girl answered softly, smiling slightly.
Ace chuckled.
"And old Jaylee thinks he's got it made. He didn't do you any good at all, did he?" he asked again.
"Not much," the girl whispered.
"That wasn't much fun for you last night with Greenie, either, was it?" the black man asked, laughing.
"No, it wasn't," the girl admitted.
"It's been a little while since I really worked you over, ain't it? I mean with a damn good switching and all."
"You want me to get some switches?" the white girl asked timidly.
Ace laughed.
"No," he said. "Like I told you yesterday, I got something real special planned and I want you to be ready."
"I thought this morning-"
"No," the big black man interrupted her. "That was just regular business. Making some change. I got something else, bigger in mind. I'll let you know about it later. But I guess I can get you pretty warmed up without even switching you. Come on."
He got up and led her into the shack. He lighted the kerosene lamp, shut the door, and pulled down the battered shade. The girl waited patiently.
Ace kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his pants and shirt. The light from the lamp played over his large, black, muscular form as he walked toward the white girl. He could see her shivering a bit and laid her down on the bed and lay down beside her.
He had her place her hands behind her head and move her legs slightly apart. He let his hands play over her white body, caressing her soft flesh, her young breasts, gently massaging the girl's pink nipples between thumb and forefinger. His dark hands glided down across her smooth stomach, over her supple, fleshy white thighs, in between her legs.
The girl's pink form stirred restlessly as a surge of passion flooded through her. She lay still, eyes closed, relaxed, completely submissive to the big Negro. He continued caressing her body with his black hands and a low sigh eased from between the girl's open, moist red lips.
Ace rolled over on top of her, spreading her fleshy thighs wide. Eagerly now, she reached down as he'd trained her, and guided the big hard ebony tool inward, at the same time shoving her hips upward slightly and wrapping her shapely white legs around-him.
The big Negro lunged downward, driving in deep. The white girl moaned and clung to him. He slipped one hand under her wide pale buttocks and the other beneath her shoulders, straining her into him. He pounded up and down furiously.
And then he stopped-suddenly, deliberately. The white girl wriggled and moaned.
"Please, please," she murmured. "G-go, go on." Ace chuckled and started his up and down motions again, this time faster and harder than before.
The girl mouthed small animal-like noises and clung to him hungrily, her hips jerking excitedly. She reached a sudden, shuddering climax and gripped him frantically with her arms and legs.
"Oh," she moaned dreamily. Ace continued his furious motions for several moments longer, erupting massively inside her belly and then fell off her sweat-coated body to one side, panting heavily.
"That sure was something," he whispered. "You really know how to pleasure a man." The white girl smiled dreamily, contentedly. She lay relaxed, her eyes half closed, her breath low and short.
After awhile Ace got up and went to the table and opened a beer. He sat on the edge of the bed, drinking from the can. He glanced at the girl.
He asked, "That help to satisfy you some?"
"That was real good," she told him in a whisper. "Real good."
"See," the black man laughed, "I told you I could get you warmed up good, even without whipping you. You like it better with a whipping now, though, don't you?"
"A whipping helps," she nodded, "but that was really good anyway."
The big black man chuckled. He lay down on the bed beside her. She pressed her small bare white body against him, sighing contentedly.
"You know," Ace said, teasing her, "you're right weird, liking to be whipped. How come you like that?"
"I don't know. I didn't like it before... before you did it to me so much. Now it seems to make it more-it seems to make me more-" she couldn't find the right word. "It gets more out of me with it. It makes me feel more of everything. Or something like that..."
"That why you like to be naked?" the black man teased.
"I guess so," she said, and her voice cracked a bit. "I never had many clothes, and all you give me is the shirt, and usually you don't like me to wear it. I been naked so much with you, I'm used to it mostly. But I don't like being naked around other people besides you. I'm used to being that way with you, but with other people it makes me feel... bad..."
"Damnation," Ace muttered laughing. "I think that's the most you said since I bought you. I ain't never seen anybody like you, not a white girl anyway, but I ain't complaining. I like you just as you are. Greenie was the first one that said you'd learn to like to be whipped, she really had you pegged right. Well, maybe in a day or so we can really take care of that."
"We going back to Spencerville?" the white girl asked, trembling suddenly.
The big Negro grinned.
"I'll let you know that when the time comes," he said, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pushing down on her head suddenly. "Right now, let's see if you can rouse up your best friend. Go on, and get at it!"
Eagerly, the white girl slipped down on the bed until her face was next to the black man's flaccid black penis. Opening her full red lips, she snaked out her long pink tongue and licked over the long, length of his snake-like shaft. She kissed and licked devotedly along his enormous cock before she ovaled her lips and closed them over the dark purple head. The sticky, half-limp, half-hard tool began to thicken and fill with blood as she started to suck it gently. Ace grunted and placed a hand firmly on her blonde curls.
"Go at it, girl," he ordered. "Get to suckin' me!" The girl continued her caresses, her moist lips and tongue playing over the now fully hardened penis. It filled her mouth, stretching and bulging out her cheeks.
The big Negro suddenly erupted in a gushing splash and the white girl could be heard by him gulping and swallowing down his black seed. Not until she had completely sucked his big black balls dry and licked his ebony cock and sweaty balls clean, did she finally pull back and sat up on the bed. The warm, sticky fluid fresh from the Negro's balls still dripped from her chin. Ace laughed and then gave a low sigh.
"You sure know how it's done all right," he said. "I trained you good!" The girl smiled, happy with the praise. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and licked it clean before she lay back down beside him and pressed her small, pink body against him.
"Yeah," Ace told her, "in a few days we'll see about getting you involved in a little special action, ok?"
"That'll be fine," the white girl said, her eyes glazed and sleepy now. The black man chuckled.
Chapter Five
Ace had been out late the night before and slept until late-morning. The white girl had got up at dawn and made him a pot of coffee. She sat on the small porch waiting patiently for the big black man to stir. A morning breeze played over her bare white body and ruffled the green leaves of the trees around the shack.
Ace came to the door, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He lit a cigarette and sat down beside the girl.
"Bring me a cup of coffee, bitch," he ordered. He sat sipping the hot coffee and puffing on the cigarette. "I got in one of the damnedest poker games last night," he said, "and they cleaned me out. I ain't got a dime left." He grinned broadly. "But I got me a special stake for tonight, and I intend to get my money back."
The naked white girl eyed him out of the corner of her eyes suspiciously without daring to question him.
"You'll see," Ace told her chuckling. "You'll see... cause you're the stake."
He sat up laughing and made her go back in the shack to fix him a couple of sandwiches of bread and jelly. When she came back to the porch, he ate it slowly. He had her squat on the bottom step below him so he could toss down scraps for her to eat.
"I borrowed Greenie's car," he told the girl. He watched her retrieve a piece she couldn't catch in her mouth from the ground, brush it off, and eat it. "We'll be going over to Fitchburg in a little while."
The big black man finished the sandwiches, finished tossing his leftovers to her, and went back in the shack and put on a new shirt, pants and shoes.
"Let's go," he told the girl. She followed him down the rocky path toward the deserted coal mining town. At the edge of the woods she waited again until Ace was certain the old town was empty and motioned for her to come to him. She darted across the weedy, open space to where he had parked Greenie's car. She climbed into the hot trunk and he slammed shut the lid.
The ride was not long. The car bounced down the rocky, dusty road and then onto the smoother highway leading to Fitchburg. And then it came to some more rougher roads and then finally stopped.
The white girl, sweating inside the hot, dusty trunk could faintly hear voices talking for several minutes. Then the trunk lid finally opened.
A sharp-faced Negro with a thin bristle of graying beard on his face peered into the trunk at her.
"Damnation, Ace," the man said. "Where did you get her?"
"Don't be so nosy, Cato," Ace told him. "You go to the corner of the building there and see if anyone is around." The sharp-faced man walked slowly away; looking wide-eyed over his shoulder back at the car.
The car was parked inside an alley between two, two-storey frame buildings. The midday sun beamed down.
"All right," Cato called to Ace. Ace pulled the naked white girl out of the car trunk and through a doorway into one of the buildings. They were inside a small kitchen. A door led into another room where there was a bed, a dresser and other furniture. At the other side of the kitchen a stairway led upward.
Cato came through the door and motioned Ace to follow him. The sharp-faced man led the way up the stairs.
The upstairs room had a bed and a table and some chairs. At one side stood an old battered refrigerator. A single light drop hung from the ceiling directly over the table. On the other side of the bed was a window, its panes grimy with dirt. A tattered blind was lowered part way.
Cato shut the door at the head of the stairs.
"I'm back," Ace told Cato, "to get back some of my money you took last night." He jerked a thumb toward the naked white girl. "That's my stakes."
"What do you mean?" Cato asked, his eyes wide.
"Well," Ace went on, "you just get Roan and Walter over her and we'll see if you're as lucky today as you were last night."
"I don't see-" Cato began.
"Simple," Ace interrupted him. "You all put up your money. I'll put up the white girl. You win, you get to screw her. I win, I get your money."
Cato grinned broadly.
"That sounds like a good deal," he said. "I just know Roan and Walter will go for a deal like that." He walked toward the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Ace sat down at the table and started shuffling a deck of cards. The naked white girl walked to the dirty window and looked out into the street below. On the other side of the street some children, white and colored, were playing in a vacant lot, tossing a ball back and forth. Two Negro girls about her age, were standing near the vacant lot, dressed up in pretty Sunday-go-to-church and dresses, talking. A panel truck moved slowly down the almost empty street.
The white girl felt a sudden sadness as she watched the girls, her peers-in-age, talking and enjoying the bright sunshine outside, their lives seemingly carefree. She turned and sat down dejectedly on the edge of the bed.
In a few minutes, footsteps sounded on the stairs and Cato and two other colored men came into the room. One was short and heavy, dressed in sweaty, grimy, green coveralls. The other was of, medium build. He wore a faded blue shirt with sweat-stains under the arms, and denim pants.
"Well, Ace," the short one said, "you back to get-" He stopped short, eyes wide as he saw the naked white girl. "Who is that?" he asked.
"Like I told Cato," Ace said evenly, "no need to be nosy. I got a deal to make. You can take it or leave it."
"What deal?" the short, heavy man asked. He walked closer to the naked white girl and stared intently at her. Ace laughed.
"Watch it, Walter," he said. "Keep your hands off my property. Here's the deal. We'll play us a little poker. If I win, I get your money. If you win from me, you can fuck the little white girl. What do you say?"
"Hell, yes," Walter answered quickly. "Let's get at it!"
"You, Roan?" Ace asked the other man.
"Why, hell, yeah," 'Roan agreed. "But how are we going to do this?"
Ace took a box of matches from his pocket and opened the box and took out ten matches.
"Here's how," he said. "I'll use these matches. We'll say they're worth a dollar each. Anytime any of you get all ten you can screw her. You got to give the matches back, though."
"Hell," Walter said, "I'll just give you ten dollars right now and screw her. How about that?"
"Yeah," Roan grunted, almost panting.
Ace shook his head.
"No," he said. "It will be more fun to play for it. Besides, I might win your money and you might not even win a tumble with her." He looked at the others. "You want to go my route or not?"
"Sure, sure," Cato said. "Let's get at it." The four sat down at the table. The naked white girl still sat on the edge of the bed, biting her lower lip, and staring at the floor.
"She's a bit young, ain't she?" Roan asked.
"You win and you'll see," Ace told him chuckling. "She's old enough to clean your plow real good."
In cutting for the deal, Cato won and dealt out five cards. Walter passed; Roan opened with a dollar bet; Ace stayed in; Cato dropped out. Walter took three cards. Roan took two. Ace took four. Roan bet two more dollars and Ace dropped out. Walter stayed.
Roan had a pair of jack's. Walter had three five's and won the pot. That gave him one of Ace's matches.
On the next hand Roan opened with a dollar. All saw the bet, with Walter putting in a dollar bill.
"Hey, now," Cato protested, "you got one of the matches. You ought to bet that."
"Why, hell, no," Walter said. "There's no rule like that. If I run low, I might, but I don't have to."
Cato looked at Ace for support. Ace shrugged.
"He's right," he told Cato. "He can hang on to 'em if he wants to. He's going to have to get ten, though, before he can do any good."
The game went on. Walter won another hand and another match. Ace won three hands in a row for a total of twelve dollars and for four more hands didn't have to use any of his matches. The twelve dollars went and he lost four more matches, two to Cato and two to Roan. He had four matches left.
"Hey, kid," Cato said to the naked white girl. "There's some Coke in the refrigerator if you want one." She looked timidly at Ace, but he nodded permission.
She got up from the bed and went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of the soft drink and opened it. Raising it, she took a deep drink and walked back to the bed. The three Negro men eyed her white body hungrily.
"Deal the cards," Roan told Walter impatiently. "I need to get me some of that."
There came a sound of voices from downstairs.
"Collie," Cato said. "Sounds like she got that woman Flo with her."
"Hey, Cato," a voice came up the stairway. "You up there?" Cato got up and went to the door and opened it. "Me and Flo are going over to the diner," the voice below called. "We might go on over to Flo's for a while."
"Go ahead," Cato said, shutting the door and returning to the table.
In one hand Ace lost the other four matches to Walter on three nine's against three ten's.
That gave Walter six matches and Cato and Roan two each.
"Now what?" Cato asked. "Walter ain't going to bet them damn matches until he goes broke.
There ain't no way for me and Roan to win unless we play all night."
"I'm low on money," Roan said. "I'll sell you my two matches for three dollars apiece."
"Hell," Walter said, "they just been worth a dollar."
"All right, all right," Roan said. "You want to fuck that white girl you'll just have to win them, then."
"But," Walter argued, "I can't fuck her. Cato here has got two matches himself."
"I'll sell them," Cato said, "same as Roan. Three dollars apiece, just to get the game going again."
"All right, all right," Walter agreed. He gave Roan six dollars and Cato six and then shoved all ten matches across the table to Ace.
Walter got to his feet and slipped out of his dirty green coveralls. He walked toward the white girl.
"Hey, girl," Ace said. "You give him a real good time, you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered, lying down on the bed. The other three Negroes watched eagerly.
Walter eased his short, heavy frame on top of the girl, he was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, but his stubby penis was erect and eager. The white girl spread her legs and reached down as she'd been trained, and grasped the thick black prick. Walter gave a sudden jerk. Ace laughed.
"Take it easy, Walter," he said. "She's just trying to help you get started. I trained her to put it in by herself."
"I wouldn't need no help myself," Roan said, grinning. "But I sure don't mind it if she's feeling friendly enough to be accommodating."
The white girl wrapped her arms and legs around the short, sweaty black man and strained upward toward him. Walter lunged forward, driving his penis in deep. The white girl tightened her legs and gripped him, then eased up slightly as Walter pulled back up. She tightened her legs again as he came down, at the same time grunting, and shoving upward to meet his thrust.
Walter gave a short squeal and collapsed on top of the girl, his passion gushing forth suddenly. He quivered and jerked. The watching black men laughed.
"Damnation, Walter," Cato said. "You don't take nearly enough time. That ain't no way to get any fun out of it."
Walter sat up weakly on the edge of the bed.
"Hell," he muttered, "I bet you couldn't do any better. She really pulls it out of you in a hurry."
"Come on," Cato said. "Let's get back to playing so I can have a chance at it. We'll see if I can do any better."
Walter got up and slipped on his coveralls and came back to the table. The white girl lay stretched out on the bed, thighs splayed.
"You know something," Roan said. "We're going to be here all night, going the way we are. We ought to have it that anybody that's got one of them matches has got to bet it."
"All right with me," Ace said, "if you'll let them be worth two dollars instead of one."
"All right with me," Cato said. Roan and Walter nodded their approval and the game went on.
The naked white girl on the bed dozed.
A little later she woke as Cato shook her by the shoulder. The tall Negro had taken off his clothes and his big, long ebony penis stood up proudly.
"Now, girlie," he said, "I'm going to show what a good fucking is. You guys watch this." He climbed on top of the girl, pushed her legs apart, and jabbed downward, spearing her with his big tool. The white girl gave a sharp squeal and lifted her legs around him. He slipped his arms under her shoulders and back and strained her upward to him.
The three other men watched as Cato pumped powerfully up and down, up and down, rattling the bed. The white girl responded quickly to his motions, moving and rotating her hips up and down in time to his efforts.
Cato grinned.
"Watch this, Walter," he panted, his breath coming in short gasps as he pounded away ruthlessly at the small white body beneath him.
The girl gasped and reached a quivering climax. She clung to the black man, her pink body jerking with passion. Cato kept up his driving, pounding assault and then let himself go in a massive release, the hot fluid filling her and mingling with her own secretions. Cato fell heavily on top of her, sweating and exhausted.
Ace laughed and pounded the table with his open palm.
"Damnation," he said, "old Cato does know how to bring 'em around, don't he? Walter, you ought to take some lessons from him." Walter grunted.
"Come on," Roan said impatiently. "Let's get on with the game."
Cato got up and slipped on his pants and returned to the table. The white girl lay relaxed on the bed. She stretched lazily.
Outside it had become dark and the battered window blind had been pulled all the way down. The room was dim, the single bulb making an island of light around the four men at the table.
The girl dozed off again. She woke later and sat up on the bed.
"I'm broke," Roan was saying.
"I'm almost," Walter said. "I just as soon quit."
"Sure," Roan scoffed. "You got to screw her. I didn't."
"That's the way it goes," Ace commented.
"Tell you what," Roan said, hopefully. "You let me go at her and I'll pay you later. How about it?"
"No," Ace told him, shaking his head.
"Tell you what," Cato said to Roan. "I'll let you have the money if you'll pay me back."
"Why, sure I will," Roan promised. "How much, Ace?"
"Twenty dollars for a fuck," Ace told him. "That's what we was playing for." Cato gave the money to Roan and Roan handed it to Ace. Ace reached in his pocket and took out a roll of bills and put the twenty with them.
Roan got up and slipped out of his denim pants and walked toward the white girl. She sighed, then spread her white thighs for him and guided him into her little pink slit. She thrust her hips up and ground up into him, helping him get started, but he was through almost as quick as Walter. He sat on the edge of the bed, frowning.
"Too damn quick," he muttered.
Ace got to his feet chuckling. "Maybe there'll be a next time," he said. "We'll see. Right now, we got to get going. It's almost two o'clock." He took the girl by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Cato went down the stairs to make sure no one was about and then beckoned for Ace and the girl to follow.
Back at Slateville, the rocky path was dark and the white girl had trouble following Ace, she stumbled along behind the big black man, stubbing her toes on roots and tripping. Eventually she fell on her face, her chin hitting the dirt, she bit her tongue and cried out. She lay there a minute crying before Ace turned back and looked down at her in amusement. He laughed and picked her up in his arms hugging her naked white body to his. He kissed her tear-stained face and carried her the rest of the way to the shack. By the time they were inside, she had stopped sobbing, so he washed her down with a rag, put her on the bed, and got in beside her. They lay on the bed together.
"You have a good time?" Ace asked chuckling.
"It was all right," the girl replied softly.
"That Cato gave you a pretty good ride, didn't he?" Ace asked her.
The girl blushed. "Yes, he did."
"Well," the black man said, "there's lots more where that came from, so let's get some sleep. It's getting late." He closed his eyes and soon his snores filled the small shack.
Chapter Six
Ace had been gone since early morning. The white girl lay on the bed, hoping he would get back soon. It was well past noon and outside the shack the summer air was quite warm, humid, and quiet. The dog lay drowsing beneath the shack, trying to stay out of the day's heat.
The girl stretched her naked body lazily. She wondered where Ace had gone. She wondered what special thing he had planned for her now.
Just then the dog moved from beneath the shack, a low growl rumbling from its throat. The girl sat up on the bed, waiting to see what had disturbed the animal. In a few minutes the dog returned to its resting place beneath the small building and lay down in the dust. A few minutes later, Ace came into the shack. The girl got up from the bed.
The big Negro opened himself a can of beer and sat down at the table.
"Fix me something to eat," he gruffly ordered the girl. She made a couple of sandwiches and sat down with him while he ate.
After eating, he gave her, her scraps and went out on the porch and sat smoking a cigarette. In a little while the naked white girl came out and sat in the other chair. The black man looked admiringly at her smooth white body.
"Them last welts are almost gone," he said. "You look like you ain't never even had a whipping from me, you're overdue."
She glanced nervously down at her pink, firm flesh.
"Well," Ace said grunting, "we're going to go somewhere tonight and it might be you'll look a little different tomorrow. I don't know what this fellow's got in mind. He lives over near Carleton and he's got more money than he knows what to do with. He don't know nothing about me except my name and you be sure it stays that way, you understand me, white bitch?"
The white girl nodded quickly. Her blue eyes wide with fear at the tone of his voice and the meaning of his words. The black man noticed her fearful, rapt expression and grinned.
"You're really looking forward to a good whipping, ain't you?"
"It's been a while," the girl said softly.
"Now, I don't know that's what Spear has in mind," Ace said. "I been to his place a couple of times and he does what he wants to do. We'll just wait and see." He flipped his cigarette over the porch rail into the creek that flowed by the shack.
"When will we go?" the girl asked.
"Don't get in too big a hurry to get your whipping," the black man told her laughing. "We don't want to get there until maybe ten tonight. We won't go 'til dark, I guess. I borrowed Greenie's car again." He looked at the naked white girl and grinned. "Damn if I ever saw anything like you. In a hurry to get worked over? Or are you afraid?"
The blonde girl shrugged and hung her head. "Sorta afraid... but... it sorta perks me up, too, like you said."
The black man chuckled, "Me and Old Dude perked you up that night, didn't we? We wore out five switches on you and screwed you almost all night long." He chuckled at the memory. "Old Dude was done in for two, three days. And as I remember, you couldn't even walk right. Now get me a beer."
The girl brought the can of beer and sat down again.
"You know," Ace went on, "I'd like to see Old Dude and Stoney come back for a couple of days. I bet we all three could really have a wild time. How would you like that?"
"It would be all right," the girl whispered.
Ace finished his beer and got up.
"I'm going to lie down a while," he told the girl. "Wash yourself good in the stream and we'll leave about dark." He went into the shack and stretched out on the bed. Presently his snores filled the small house. The white girl waited patiently.
It was dusk when Ace woke. After he had eaten a sandwich, and fed her his leftovers, the Negro motioned for the white girl to follow him and they went down the path to Slateville. The woods were cool and still. The naked blonde girl trailed obediently after the black man, her eyes glowing with fear and anticipation.
They stopped at the edge of the woods and Ace went into the deserted mining town and looked around cautiously. Then he motioned the white girl to come on and helped her into the trunk of Greenie's car and closed the lid. She lay curled up in the trunk as the old car bounced roughly along the rutted road toward the main highway. Presently the ride was smoother and the car purred along evenly.
There were stops and starts and then the car halted and the engine was turned off. Ace opened the trunk and motioned her out.
They were in a windowless garage dimly lighted by a single bulb. At first she thought they were back at that place at Spencerville but then noticed things were different. Ace took her by the arm and guided her toward a door at one side of the garage.
They came into a dimly lighted hall and Ace led her down the hall through another door and into a large, brightly lighted room. The floor of the room was covered with a deep, bright green carpet. Heavy green drapes covered the walls, even covering the door through which they had just come. Couches and chairs sat around the room and at one end was a table on which were bottles of whiskey and beer.
A tall, muscular man, completely naked, was pouring himself a drink from one of the bottles. A thin scar ran from the edge of his gray, short-clipped hair down the side of his face to his chin line.
Another white man, also naked, stood near the table, drinking from a glass. A short, hairy man, he had a sharp hooked nose and round, black eyes.
Seated in one of the chairs, drinking a beer, was a huge, brown-skinned Negro. He, too, was naked. He grinned at the white girl with Ace.
Two other white girls, also naked, stood at one end of the table. One had flaming red hair and greenish eyes. Around twenty to twenty-five years old, she had high, firm breasts and full rounded hips. Her green eyes smiled at Ace's girl.
The other girl was black-headed, a little short, and about the same age as the redhead. Her dark brown eyes were slightly troubled as she glanced at Ace and the young girl with him.
The tall man with the scar walked toward Ace.
"Say," he said, "that's all right." He nodded toward the girl. "A little young, though, isn't she?"
"Big enough, old enough, Spear," Ace told him.
"I guess so," Spear agreed. He waved his hand toward the other Negro man. "You know Turk," he said, "and Ben." He motioned toward the short, hairy man. "You want a drink?"
"I'll take a beer," Ace said. Ben opened a bottle and passed it to Ace.
"We might as well get started," Spear said. "I know the girls are anxious." He grinned maliciously. "By the way," he said to Ace, "the redhead is Krystal and the other is Venus. What's her name?" and he nodded toward Ace's girl.
"She don't have a name, and she don't need a name," Ace said. "We get by without one."
"All right with me," Spear said, grinning. "Whatever you say. But let's get started. Come here, girls." He lined the three naked girls up in front of the table. Ace sat down on one of the couches.
"You don't need to be told what you're here for," Spear said to the girls. "You're here to give us whatever pleasure we want from you. But it's more fun sometimes if we just pick out one girl, and give her the full treatment." He turned to the other men. "That suit you all?"
"Be all right," Turk said. Ben and Ace nodded.
"Well," Spear went on, "here's what we'll do. We'll let you girls draw cards. The high one will be the winner and will get all our attention this evening." He grinned at the three naked girls. Taking a deck of cards from the drawer in the table, he shuffled them a few times and spread them out face down on the table.
"Pick one and turn it up," he told Ace's girl. She reached out and took a card and turned it over. A seven of clubs. "All right," Spear told Venus, the black-haired girl. She turned over a card.
The six of hearts. She gave a sigh of relief.
"Your girl is it so far," Spear told Ace. He motioned for Krystal, the redhead, to pick a card. Slowly she reached out and selected one and turned it face up.
The ten of clubs.
"Looks like you win, Krystal," Spear told her. The girl buried her face in her hands, a shudder shaking her naked form. "You other two go sit down," Spear told Venus and Ace's girl, motioning toward a couch. They obeyed.
"I sure was glad to lose," Venue whispered. "If they used all three of us it wouldn't be so bad. Krystal is really in for it."
Ace stepped to one side of the room and slipped off his clothes and threw them on a chair.
The red-headed girl still stood by the table. Spear pulled back the drapes at one end of the room to reveal a low state, about a foot in height and with two heavy rings in its floor. Directly overhead in the ceiling were two more steel rings. Spear motioned to Krystal.
"Come here, Krystal, baby," he grinned. "Let's see about warming you up a little." The red-haired girl walked slowly toward him.
"Spear," she began, her voice quivering.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Resignedly she stepped up on the low platform. Spear laughed. He ran his hand over the young woman's full breasts and stomach and hips.
"We'll just touch you up a bit," he said. "Help me secure her, Turk." The big brown Negro stepped up on the platform and reached up to tie the white girl's wrists to the rings in the ceiling, using short lengths of rope.
Ace's girl and Venus sat on the couch watching. Venus noticed the other girl's rapt expression.
"You ever get whipped, kid?" Venus asked.
"Some," the girl answered.
"You act like you enjoy it," Venus said. "Not me. I like the other things but not the whippings. But I guess that goes with it as far as Spear is concerned."
Spear and Turk had finished tying Krystal. She stood spread-eagle on the platform, the ropes pulling her shapely legs wide and her arms up and above her head. Spear looked at the bound naked young woman.
"Now to warm you up some," he said, grinning. Krystal frowned, a shiver shaking her rounded breasts. Spear chuckled. "She tingles just thinking about it," he said to the others.
Turk tossed him a thin, short leather whip and the three other men-Turk, Ben, and Ace-gathered around the platform. Without waiting any longer, Spear swung the whip through the air and wrapped it around the woman's hips. She threw back her red head and a scream tore from her trembling throat.
"That's the way," Turk said. "Warm her up."
Spear didn't need urging. He raised the whip again and brought it down in a stinging slash across the girl's stomach. She arched her back and another cry tore from her lips.
Ace's girl watched, fascinated, her blue eyes bright with fear and excitement.
"Say, kid," Venus told her, "you seem to be enjoying yourself." Ace's girl was silent. She still stared at Krystal. Venus frowned slightly, then shrugged.
Spear swung the whip through the air again and again, lacing the pink naked flesh with burning, fiery welts. Krystal jerked and quivered at the end of the ropes. Cries of pain and rage poured from her straining throat.
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" she screamed. And then began pleading. "Please! Please stop! Enough! Enough!" And then her cries blended into choking sobs of pain and frustration.
Spear laughed and threw the whip to one side.
"That ought to do her for now," he said. "Who wants her first?"
Turk, the big yellow-skinned Negro, bounded to the platform, his huge thick penis rock hard.
"Let me have her like she is," Turk said. "You don't even have to untie her." He stepped up to the naked white girl and reached around and grasped her spread buttocks in his huge hands. With a lunge, he rammed forward and impaled her on his big penis.
Krystal rolled her red head from side to side, her green eyes cloudy with tears, as the big Negro shoved his hips forward and at the same time pulled her toward him. The girl moaned and shivered. Turk, letting himself go, reached a climax and shivered, clinging to the girl. The slimy eruption dripped down her welted thighs. Turk stepped back weakly and got off the platform, slumping into a chair.
"Anybody else?" Spear asked.
"For me," Ace said, "I like them better lying down." He stepped up on the platform and helped Spear untie the whipped girl and then helped her off the stage and laid her striped body down on the carpeted floor. He shoved a cushion beneath her hips and spread her legs.
Krystal lay with her eyes closed, waiting submissively. Ace mounted her and rammed his big black penis inward. The white girl gave a sharp grunt and lifted her welted legs and wrapped them around him.
Ace's girl and Venus watched from the couch. Venus glanced at the younger girl, noting the slight frown that tugged at the center of her forehead.
"You jealous, kid?" she asked. The other girl was silent. "Don't worry," Venus went. on. "Maybe before the night is over they'll take a notion to ride you some."
Ace had slipped his arm under Krystal and had lifted her slender figure slightly. He drove deep and the girl gave another sharp squeal. The big black man pounded away, bouncing her hips on the cushion.
Krystal clenched her teeth and moaned with pleasure and came to a jerking, quivering eruption. Ace gushed forth in a flood and fell forward on the white girl.
"My turn," Ben said, standing over the two, his small, black eyes gleaming. Ace rolled over and out of the way and the smaller man dropped down on Krystal.
Eagerly Ben inserted his long, thin tool and the girl gave a sharp cry as he drove downward furiously. She raised her legs around him and grasped him with her arms. Ben pushed down, pulled back, pushed down, pulled back, pushed down, pulled back.
He gave a hissing grunt and crushed the girl beneath him as he came to a sudden climax. His naked rear end quivered and jerked. The other men laughed.
Ben got up and slumped in one of the chairs and sipped on a glass of whiskey. Spear stood over the red-haired girl on the floor, grinning.
"Now," he said, "let a real man take over." His long penis stood out proudly, the head reddish with desire. He eased down on top of the young woman. Meekly she opened her pale thighs to receive him.
Spear drove in and Krystal wearily raised her legs up and around his flanks. He slipped his arms under her and strained her toward him. He plunged in and out, in and out, for several swift strokes and then stopped suddenly, deliberately. The naked girl stirred and moaned.
Spear grinned and started again, in and out, in and out. Krystal responded. Her welted hips jerked upward to meet his thrusts and a low murmur of desire eased from between her moist lips. She gushed out in sudden release, her hips jerking and jumping.
Spear drove on and then gave a grunt between clenched teeth and fell forward on her as he reached the heights.
Turk laughed loudly. Ace and Ben grinned broadly.
"That's the way to ride one," Turk chuckled.
Spear got up and poured himself a drink and sat down in a chair sipping it. Krystal rolled off the cushion and lay face down on the green carpet, her naked body shaking slightly, her breath short and quick.
"She better watch out," Venus told Ace's girl. "Spear will run her in from behind."
But Spear sat sipping his drink for long minutes and then sat the glass on the table. He got up and walked over to Krystal. She got on her knees and looked upward at him.
He reached down and pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly and leaned against him.
"Oh, now," Spear said, "you're not tired already, are you? We're just getting started." He guided her toward the platform.
"Please, Spear," Krystal began. "I'll do what-"
"Be quiet," he interrupted her, pulling her up on the stage. Dejectedly, she stood still while he raised one arm and fastened her wrist to the overhead ring. Then he secured the other wrist to the other ring.
"I think," Spear said, "I'll let your legs stay loose this time. Let's see what kind of dancer you are."
He picked up the whip. The naked girl eyed the leather instrument fearfully.
Spear raised the whip and swung it through the air, wrapping it around Krystal's upper leg. She screamed shrilly and sharply as he pulled the whip away, leaving another red-blue welt on her pink flesh. She hopped from one foot to the other, her hips swaying. The four men laughed.
Spear swung the whip again, this time cutting into the tender flesh just below her buttocks. The naked girl threw her head back, shoved her hips forward, and shook her shoulders violently. A gurgling cry crowded from between her clenched teeth.
Spear continued to swing the whip, striping and criss-crossing the already welted form. Krystal howled and twisted and jumped and hopped at the end of the ropes. The room filled with her cries.
Venus turned to Ace's girl. "Spear gets a real charge out of something like that," she said. Ace's girl stared at the thrashing, twisting form jerking and quivering beneath the lash. Venus eyed the younger girl.
"You look like you get a charge out of it, too," she said. The blonde girl remained silent, intent on watching the whipping.
Spear finally tossed the whip aside and untied the young woman. She slumped to her hands and knees on the platform.
Her welted form quivered with pain. Her head drooped down. Her eyes were closed. Spear stepped behind her and eased down on his knees.
Krystal was hardly aware of what he was doing until his long, hard penis rammed into her anus. She raised her head, her eyes wide, as he plunged in. The girl quivered but remained on her knees and hands.
Spear reached under and grasped her hips and held her as he rammed in as far as he could. Krystal grunted. Spear pumped back and forth fiercely for several minutes, then fell forward across the girl's back. She collapsed on the floor of the platform.
After a few minutes, Spear got up and moved off the platform to a chair where he sat sipping his drink. Krystal still lay face down on the platform. Turk got up from his chair and walked to the low stage.
"Come here," he ordered the girl. She raised up wearily and rolled over to the edge of the platform and sat there, her legs stretched out over the edge.
"That's a good position," Turk said, straddling the girl. He shoved his big, thick penis toward the girl's face. Obediently, she opened her lips and started licking the throbbing head of the big, brown prick. Turk stood with his hands on his hips, legs apart.
Krystal licked and nibbled at the penis and then let her lips close over the big rod. She sucked slowly, her flushed cheeks moving in and out. Gradually she increased her efforts and sucked harder and quicker. Turk braced himself. His eyes rolled in excitement.
The big Negro threw back his head and grunted sharply as he came forth in a splattering flood, filling the girl's mouth. Krystal pulled her head back and wiped the sticky mess from her lips and chin. Turk stumbled to a chair and sat down.
Ace had been watching wide-eyed.
"Come here, woman," he ordered. Wearily Krystal got to her feet and walked slowly over to him. Ace eased forward in his chair and spread his legs. Without being told what to do, the naked white girl dropped to her knees.
"Get with it," Ace told her.
Gently she took the tool in her mouth, at the same time stroking his testicles with one hand and rubbing his thighs and legs with the other. Ace grinned happily.
Krystal nibbled and sucked and licked at the big Negro's penis. The stiff, hard tool almost burst its skin covering. The girl closed her lips over the head of the penis and sucked hard. Ace gave a shove and rammed the big rod deep into her mouth and then erupted suddenly in a gushing stream.
Krystal gasped and sputtered and pulled back. Ace lay back in the chair, exhausted. Krystal leaned her head wearily against the Negro's thigh.
Turk got to his feet and looked hungrily at Ace's girl.
"I tell you something," he said. "I sure would like to try out that little snatch you got there, Ace."
Ace shrugged. "Why not, go ahead," he said, "if you want to." He beckoned for the girl.
She got up from the couch and walked toward the big brown-skinned Negro. Turk grinned.
"If you won't mind," he said, "I'll just take her down the hall for a little while." Ace nodded his permission and Turk took the blonde white girl by the wrist and led her through a door. They went down a long, dim hall and into a small dim room. A low bed was the room's only furnishing. On the bed slept a naked white girl, her relaxed body sprawled out, legs and arms flung apart.
Turk shook the girl by the shoulder and she sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She stared at Ace's girl.
"Get up, Nina," Turk told her, "and let us have the bed."
The girl got up and stretched lazily and then went out the door.
Turk eased the white girl down on the bed. She looked admiringly at his heavy, thick penis, standing hungrily erect. The big black man laughed.
"You want some of that, white girl?" he asked. "Well, I'll give it to you, and I'll make you squeal for more, too." He lay down on the bed beside her.
She reached down and pinched the tender head of the big prick. Turk grunted.
"No need," he said, "to fool around. That thing's already ready for you." He let his hands play over the naked white girl's small breasts and stomach and thighs for a few seconds and then stretched out on his back on the bed.
"You get on top," he told her.
The white girl spread her legs and straddled him. Reaching down, she guided the big, black rod upward and inward, and then sat down, shoving the big tool upward into her pink wet snatch. She gave a deep groan and shivered. The big Negro grinned and gave a heavy grunt.
"Hey, now," he said, his voice husky. "You do know how it's done."
The white girl eased up and down, up and down. Turk lay his big hands on her pink thighs and helped her as she pressed her weight down, enclosing his throbbing prick in her warm wet slit.
Slowly but gradually she increased her bouncing movements, pulling herself up and then easing downward. Turk shivered with pleasure.
Suddenly he raised his hips upward and at the same time clutched the flesh of her thighs, holding her up briefly, speared on his big aching tool. He erupted with a low groan. The white girl shivered and then released herself, the warm fluid mingling with his.
The big Negro relaxed weakly and the white girl fell forward on his chest, her body quivering.
"Hey, now," Turk said, "you really are something. We got some good ones here but you're as good as any of 'em."
After a few minutes he pushed the girl to her feet and stood up himself.
"We better get back," he said, "and see what the rest of 'em are doing."
Back in the other room Krystal lay exhausted on the carpeted floor. Ace and Spear sat in chairs, drinking. Venus still sat on the couch. Ben had left.
Ace's girl sat back down on the couch beside Venus. Spear got to his feet.
"You want," he asked Ace, "to take your girl or Venus to some room and have some fun?"
"I guess not," Ace said. "We better be going. It's getting late."
"She's a real piece," Turk said. "You'll have to bring her back again sometime."
"I'll do that," Ace said, leading the girl through the door. They went down the hallway to the garage and Ace opened the car trunk. She climbed in and he shut the trunk lid and got into the car. The girl curled up in the trunk. She thought she heard, as if from far away, a muffled scream. And then she slept.
She was barely aware that the car was moving. And then the car came to a stop and she was vaguely aware of voices. And then silence.
And then the trunk lid was opened and a pair of hands reached in and pulled her out. She stared. It was the short, hairy man named Ben.
The car was stopped beneath some trees. The new light of dawn was filtering through the leaves. She caught a glimpse of Ace slumped over the steering wheel of the car and then Ben shoved her toward a small white van and pushed her inside.
"Get down," he ordered, shoving her to the floor of the van. He flung a heavy cloth over her. "You be quiet, bitch," he told her. She lay still.
The vehicle started and moved away. She lay still under the heavy covering. After some time the vehicle stopped and the covering was pulled away and Ben helped her out. They were inside a shed-like structure. Outside it was getting to be daylight.
The short, hairy man hustled her from the shed and through the back door of a small frame house. The house had three rooms and Ben hurried her to a bedroom. He jerked a blanket off the bed and opened a closet door and threw the blanket inside.
"Get in there cunt," he told the naked girl. "Now you just stay put till I get back and then me and you will have us some fun." He grinned and shut the closet door.
The girl heard a key turn in the lock and then the sound of footsteps going away. She lay down on the blanket on the closet floor. For a long time she wondered and worried about Ace and then suddenly she slept.
She woke and for long seconds wondered where she was. And then she remembered. Her body was stiff and she was thirsty and hungry. She lay in the dark closet, wondering about Ace.
A long time later she heard footsteps and then sounds of movement beyond the closet door. Presently the door opened and Ben reached in and pulled her out. He had taken off his clothes and his penis stood up hard and erect. He grinned at the girl.
"Now," he said, "we're going to have us some fun." He shoved her toward a bed at the other side of the room. She stumbled and almost fell but he grabbed her and hustled her over to the bed.
"Can I have a drink?" she asked.
"Later, later," he told her. He pushed her down and shoved her legs apart. The girl lay passive and still, her eyes closed.
And then a big black hand grasped Ben by the shoulders and jerked him backwards. A big fist crashed into his nose. The girl's eyes widened and then she smiled.
Ace was standing over the naked Ben who was lying on the floor beside the bed. Spear, dressed in a grey business suit, stood at the bedroom door. Ben started to get to his feet and Ace hit him again, this time in the left ear. The short hairy fellow kneeled over on the floor, his eyes popped wide, his head shaking violently.
The white girl got up weakly and leaned against Ace. He pushed her toward a chair.
Ace and Spear hovered over the addled Ben and then they lifted him to the bed. Pulling his arms up, they tied his hands to the top of the bed and then stretched his legs wide and tied his ankles to the foot of the bed.
"You bastard!" Ace told him. "I'm going to fix you good!"
"What're you going to do, man?" Ben glared at him.
"I ought to cut your damn prick off," he said. "But I got a better idea."
Ben's eyes rolled wide in terror. Spear looked questioningly at Ace.
"Just what are you going to do?" Spear asked.
"I'll show you," Ace said, leaving the room.
The white girl slumped in the chair, too exhausted to move.
In a few minutes Ace returned with a pair of pliers and a long piece of thin wire. Ben stared in terror at him. Ace looped a piece of the wire around the short man's limp penis and twisted it tight with the pliers.
"Hell, oh, man," Ben moaned. "Don't do that! Don't do that!" Ace paid no attention. He went into the other room again and returned with a chair and a heavy black, iron skillet. He then tied the other end of the wire to the skillet and stretched the wire over the foot of the bed and over the top of the chair and balanced the heavy skillet on. the edge of the chair.
Ben's penis was stretched tight. Ace grinned down at him.
"You make too much motion," he told the bound man, "and you'll tip off that damn skillet and it'll pull your damn prick off. How do you like that arrangement, you son of a bitch!"
"Please," Ben begged, "don't leave me like this! Please!"
"You better be still," Ace told him. "Somebody might be by in a few days and get you loose."
Spear grinned. "Damnation," he said. "You sure got him fixed. You better be still," he said to Ben. "You'll pull it out by the roots if you ain't careful."
The white girl stirred weakly in the chair. "Please, Ace," she said. "Can I have a drink of water."
He helped her up and led her to the kitchen of the house. Finding a glass in a sink of dirty dishes, he rinsed the glass and got her a drink.
She drank greedily, the water dripping down her chin.
"Well rest you up," Ace told her, "when we get home. It's almost dark. I guess we can go now.
Greenie's car was outside in the shed, next to Ben's van. Ace helped the girl in the trunk and he and Spear got in the front seat of the car. The girl lay wearily in the trunk as the car moved away from the house.
Chapter Seven
Back at the shack in Slateville Hollow, the white girl ate three whole sandwiches. Ace made them himself, and let her eat them, rather than having to wait for her usual scraps from his plate. She wolfed down the food, and then slept for ten hours. Ace returned Greenie's car and then returned and woke the girl. She ate a couple more sandwiches and then slept some more.
She woke in mid-morning and got up and went out on the small porch and sat down beside the big black man. He grinned at her.
"How you feel?" he asked.
"Sore," she said. "Sore and stiff."
"That bastard Ben," Ace muttered. "When he left Spear's he went and parked his van and came back and hid in the back seat of Greenie's car. I didn't notice him when I left there. He raised up behind me and put a pistol in my ear and made me park and then he conked me over the head." Ace's lip curled in a wicked grin.
"The son-of-a-bitch. He had his face covered over but I guessed who it was. I knew his voice. When I come to, I went back to Spear's and he knew where the bastard lived and we come and got him. No way he was getting my piece of property. You're too valuable a piece of ass for me to lose that easy. I shoulda killed him!"
The big Negro laughed suddenly. "I wonder," he said, "if he's still there with his prick wired up like that. He makes the least move and that skillet might rip it off for him. But it serves him right." He puffed contentedly on a cigarette.
He finished his cigarette and got to his feet. "Right now," he said, "I have to get to Fitchburg and get us some groceries and beer." He went through the shack and down the rocky path.
The naked white girl sat on the small porch a little longer and then went back inside the house and lay down on the bed. Presently she was asleep again.
About ten days after the trip to Spear's place, Ace came back from Fitchburg one afternoon with Greenie. The golden-skinned Negro woman looked at the white girl and grinned sadistically.
"You still here, kid?" she asked. "You really like that black meat, don't you? Ace giving you what you want?"
The white girl hung her head and shrugged. Ace and Greenie went out on the small porch and sat down.
"Bring us a beer, white bitch" Ace told the girl. He and Greenie sat sipping the beer. The white girl leaned against the railing. Ace grinned at her.
"You ready to make a small trip?" he asked.
"Where?" Her blue eyes were wide with questioning fear.
"Well," Ace said, "me and Greenie are going over to her place and there's a fellow who would like to have you for the night."
"All right," the white girl said, shrugging.
"You little white bitch," Greenie laughed. "You don't care who rides you, do you? Just so you get rode."
The naked white girl was silent, biting her lower lip.
"This fellow," Ace said, "is named Andy. Good guy. He wants you for a night. He ought to give you a good time."
The girl shrugged.
"But remember," Ace went on, "don't tell him anything, not about me, or you. He don't need to know anything. I don't think he'll try to get nosy, but if he does, tell him I said it ain't none of his business. You understand me, bitch?"
The white girl nodded.
Greenie laughed. "Hadn't we ought to go?" she said. "The kid is probably getting real hungry for some strange black meat."
"Yeah, we'll go," Ace said, getting up. The young Negro woman and the naked white girl followed him down the path to Slateville. The girl waited in the woods while Ace and Greenie made sure no one was about and then ran and got into the trunk of Greenie's car.
The car stopped on a tree-lined side road and Ace opened the trunk lid and helped the girl out. A tall, broad-shouldered Negro-Andy-was standing at the front of his car. He grabbed her wrist and hurried the white girl around the car and tumbled her into its trunk, then slammed shut the lid.
The girl lay still. She could hear the three others talking and laughing for a few minutes and then the car started.
After about a half hour the car came to a stop and then the lid opened. Andy pulled her out. She was in a well-lighted garage littered with parts of motorcycles and tools and odds and ends. At one side of the room a flight of stairs led upward to a closed door.
Andy guided her toward the stairs.
At the top he rapped on the door and a young white man in bright red pants and dark blue shirt opened the door. The young man's smile froze when he saw the naked girl.
"Well," Andy said, "can we come in?" The young man stepped back and let them in. A young red-headed woman in a flowered housecoat sat at a table, drinking a cup of coffee. She stared at the naked white girl.
"What the hell," the young man finally said. "Where did you get her?" Andy eased into a chair and the white girl stood passively beside him, her head down, her face flushed and red. She didn't know one single person in the room. The one-room apartment was crowded with a table, a wide bed, some chairs, and a television set.
Andy beamed at the couple's amazement. This fellow I know," he said, "let me borrow her for tonight. What do you think of her?" His voice revealed his satisfaction with the situation.
"She's just a kid," the woman said. "She's not over fourteen or fifteen."
"Believe me, Kathy," Andy said, "she's old enough. This fellow that has her says she knows all the tricks."
"Watch it, Henry," the woman said to the young white man. "Your eyeballs are about to fall out."
"Damnation, Andy," Henry said, "don't you know you can't be hauling around a naked white girl like that."
Andy laughed. "Don't worry," he said. "I got enough sense to be careful. Real careful."
"You say," Kathy said, "you've got her for tonight. What are you going to do with her?" Andy and Henry both laughed.
"Now, hell," Henry said. "What do you think he's going to do to her?"
The woman got up from the table. "I got to tell Linda and Bill about this." She picked up a phone from a small table and dialed a number.
"Linda," she said into the mouthpiece, "you'll never guess what Andy has come up with. How about you and Bill coming on over. No. No. Just come over. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She hung up the phone.
"What's your name, girl?" Kathy asked. Andy spoke up.
"She ain't got a name. Besides, the less you know," he said, " the better it will be. Okay?"
Kathy shrugged.
"Who let you have her?" Henry asked. Andy sighed.
"Like I said," he stated, "the less you know the better it will be. Let's just say I got the full use of her for tonight. Maybe sometime later I can tell you more."
Henry stared lewdly at the naked girl.
"I'd like," he said, "to have the use of her for a night myself."
"I just bet you would," Kathy told him, "but you just take care of your own homework. All right?"
From the garage downstairs came the sound of a motorcycle. Then roar of the motor died.
"Linda and Bill," Henry said. There were footsteps on the stairs and the door opened. A young man in heavy glasses came in, followed by a blonde young woman chewing violently on a wad of gum. The young man stopped suddenly when he saw the naked white girl and the young woman bumped into him.
"What the hell," the young man muttered.
"For goodness sakes," the blonde said. "Who is that?"
The two stood staring at the naked girl. She stood forlornly beside Andy's chair, looking at the floor, her blonde hair partly covering her red ashamed face.
Henry laughed. "Some kid Andy borrowed somewhere," he said.
"Well, I didn't exactly borrow her," Andy corrected him. "I had to rent her from the guy who has -er owns her-or whatever the situation is. Say, girl," he asked, "does he really own you?"
"Yes, sir, I guess so," the naked girl said softly. "He bought me from my mom."
"Well, I be damned," Bill muttered. "I'd like to rent her myself."
"For goodness sakes," the blonde girl said, chewing down hard on her gum. "You kidding, Andy?"
"Well, no," the Negro said. "I ain't kidding."
"For goodness sakes," Linda repeated. She flopped down in a chair. Bill sat down on the bed. Kathy got to her feet.
"How about some coffee?" she asked. Bill and Linda nodded, but Andy shook his head.
"No," he said. "We got to go. I just dropped by to show you my little plaything here," He was proud of his new possession.
"He says," Kathy laughingly told the two visitors, "that he has some plans for her tonight. I just wonder what they are."
"Ha," Linda said, "it don't take much imagination to guess what his plans for this little slut are." She stared at the naked girl. "For goodness sakes," she mumbled.
Andy got up and took the girl by the arm.
"We better go," he said. "If you like, I'll fill you in on all the juicy details later."
"Yeah, do that," Henry said, grinning. The young black man went out the door with the naked white girl. Down in the garage he had her get back in the trunk and then he shut the lid.
The ride was about twenty minutes long. When the lid opened again, the girl saw that it was dark. The car was parked up close to a brick building. The area was dark as if it were the back of the building or an alleyway. Andy quickly guided the naked girl to a doorway and took her inside.
They were in a long hallway. Andy led her quickly down the hall and stopped in front of a door. Opening the door, he led her into a darkened room. From somewhere in the building came the sounds of a radio or television.
Closing the door, Andy flipped on a light. The girl looked around. They were in a room with a bed, a night table, and an easy chair. A thick carpet covered the floor. Heavy drapes covered the single window.
Andy turned the key in the door and switched on a lamp beside the bed and cut off the overhead light. The soft lamplight filled the room.
"This is where I sleep," he told the white girl. Outside in the hall there were sounds of voices as two or more people went by.
Andy took a deep breath as he looked at the naked white girl. He took off his clothes and laid them over the chair.
"Come here bitch," he said, lying down on the bed. The white girl came and lay on the bed beside the big Negro. He let his black hands glide lewdly over her bare white body.
"We got to get a lot of stuff done, slut," he said. "I got to get you back to Ace in the morning. You ready for some fuck-action?"
"Yes, sir," she said. She reached down and grasped his already erect penis and rubbed her thumb over the head of the long black shaft.
"Hey, now," Andy grinned. He slipped an arm under the girl and, lying on his side,
pulled her toward him. Pulling one of her legs under his hip, he reached down and pulled her other leg over his side, spreading open her wet pink pussy. He inserted his big black penis in her hot slit and found her tight hole.
He rammed in and then pulled the girl tightly to him as they lay on their sides on the bed. He moved back and forth a few times and then the white girl got the rhythm with him.
"Hold it," he ordered after a few strokes. They lay still, the girl breathing heavily. His thick lips sought hers and they clung together. Presently he began the fucking motion again and the white girl moaned and grasped him desperately as she gushed forth in a weakening, satisfying eruption.
"Oh, goodness," she moaned helplessly.
The young black man continued a few seconds longer and then let himself go massively. He crushed the white girl to him, their lips locked in a long, breathless kiss, their thighs glued together with the wet, sticky secretion of their passions.
He released her and sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"How was that, little bitch?" he asked smiling.
"Good. Real good." The white girl stretched lazily, happily. The nipples of her young breasts stood up firm, and hard and red as strawberries.
Andy finished his cigarette and lay back down beside her.
"In a few minutes," he said, "we'll see what else we can do to you. Just as soon as I can get a little steam built back up. How about giving me a nice suck, to get me motivated? Use that tongue of yours and lick my black dick like it's a lollipop and you'll get another nice fucking from me."
"Yes, sir, I'll help you," the girl said. She reached down and grasped his limp, sticky penis and rolled it gently between her palms. She pulled back the heavy black foreskin and bent her head down over him and lapped at the dark purple head of his penis with her tongue. Laying it down on his stomach, she gently used her full lips to give open-mouthed suckling kisses to the underside of his big black tool.
Andy warmed to her submissive caresses. The big prick expanded, lengthened, and grew erect and hard. The white girl kneaded it in her hands and then, when it was stiff and firm, she straddled the big black man.
Reaching down, she guided the big ebony tool upward and into her guts. Andy lay still, his thick lips spread into a huge grin, hands clasped behind his head, feeling like a king and letting her do all the work.
Sitting on her knees, she bounced gently up and down, feeling the big black penis going up and in, then out, up and in and out of her belly.
Andy grinned happily. "Go to it, white girl," he said. "I'll let you take care of this job."
The white girl continued her up and down movements, the long hard prick, greased and slippery from her wet pussy-juice, sliding up and down inside her easily. She wriggled her hips from side to side slightly as she moved up and down.
She shivered and almost stopped when she reached another climax, but continued until Andy also gushed forth and reaching up, he pulled her down to him. They clung together for long minutes, the white girl shaking with passion.
"Wow!" Andy said, easing her off him. That was some ride you gave. Ace teach you those pussy tricks?"
"Most of them," the white girl said softly.
"You've learned good," the black man told her. "You like belonging to Ace, white girl?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I guess I like it, he takes care of me."
"Hah! Yeah, he sure seems to. He whip you much?"
"Some. When he wants to."
Andy sat on the edge of the bed again and lit another cigarette. He looked at the naked white girl.
"We better get some rest," he told her. "I doubt if even you could get me warmed up again right now, after I sleep, I might want to fuck you some more." He finished the cigarette and lay down. The girl relaxed and closed her eyes.
She woke when Andy shook her. She sat up, her eyes cloudy with sleep and amazement. Then she was fully awake and remembered where she was.
"It's about three o'clock, bitch," the black man said. "If we're going to have any more fun we better get at it. Look at what I got here for you."
The girl glanced at his big prick and saw that it was firm and erect. She blushed.
Andy spread her white thighs and eased on top of her. She helped him get started and then wrapped her pale shapely legs and arms around him.
The young black man moved up and down in easy, measured motions, his long ebony penis sliding in deep, withdrawing, sliding in again. The white girl sighed with pleasure and clung to him. Andy stopped and rested and the girl stirred impatiently, her stomach muscles jerking in her heat. He started again-easy, steady strokes, up and down, up and down, in and out. The girl moaned.
"I can't wait," she murmured, and suddenly released her passion in a gushing flood. She quivered and jerked and clung to the black man. He continued roughly fucking her without pausing. The white girl sighed weakly.
Andy suddenly let himself go and crushed the white girl to him. They held each other tightly, their bodies twitching violently.
"Man!" the black youth said, pulling himself away from the girl. "That was something, you're sure a nice ride." He lay on the bed, spent, satisfied. The girl lay beside him, eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling slowly.
Presently Andy sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"We'll have to go in a few minutes," he told the girl, "before people start stirring. I'm supposed to meet Ace at that bridge this side of Fitchburg about five o'clock." He finished the cigarette and got up and put on his clothes. He turned off the lamp and unlocked the door and peered into the hall. He motioned for the white girl to follow him.
They went down the hall and out the door at the back into the early morning. Quickly Andy unlocked the car trunk and dumped her in.
It was getting to be daylight when the car stopped and the trunk lid was opened. The girl got out stiffly, and Ace hustled her toward Greenie's car.
"Get in, bitch," he urged, "quick, before another car comes by." She got one knee in, but she wasn't quick enough, so he shoved her forward on her face and he slammed shut the lid. She could hear him and Andy talking and joking for a few moments and then the car started.
Leaving the car at Slateville, Ace led her back up the path to the shack. Inside he had her build a fire in the stove and put on a pot of coffee. They sat at the table waiting for the coffee to boil, while Ace ate the bread and jelly she fixed him.
"Andy gave you a good ride?" Ace asked, grinning.
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
"More than just one, I bet," Ace said and smiled. "Did he fuck you good?"
"He's pretty good," she said softly.
Ace laughed. "Better than me?" he asked.
"No," she told him. "I'd rather you do it to me than anyone."
Ace laughed loudly. He drank his cup of coffee and then got up.
"I got to take Greenie's car to her," he told the girl. "I'll be back after awhile." He left.
The girl ate the scraps from Ace's bread and jelly and drank the remains of his coffee and then lay down on the bed to wait for Ace to return.
There was nothing else to do.
She lay there frowning and thinking a little about her situation. She didn't like to think, it made her sad usually. But still, it was mostly better now than with her momma and uncle she decided.
Ace beat her even more than her momma and uncle had, but he taught her to get off on it a little too. She didn't understand that, or, for that matter, really know what she thought of him 'renting' her out to people... men... but she supposed he was only doing what he had every right to do. He had paid for her after all... he even had papers saying he owned her, he said, papers her own momma had signed.
And Ace said her momma never wanted her to begin with... that was probably true... She didn't like to think about stuff like that, it was better to just let Ace tell her what to do...
She didn't worry as much as she used to when she was with her momma and uncle Pete, back then she never even got enough to eat, Ace always made sure she had plenty of scraps. It was a simple, but mostly good life now, she decided, better than she could have hoped for with her momma and uncle.
She finally relaxed and slept, for now at least, at peace with herself, alone in the shack.
Chapter Eight
It was just getting daylight and the inside of the shack was still dark. Ace raised up and reached over to the side of the bed and got his pack of cigarettes lying on the floor. He lit one and watched the smoke drift toward the tin roof.
The naked white girl still slept beside him. The big black man looked at her pale, soft figure, relaxed in sleep. He let one of his hands slide over the smooth white stomach and ran his black fingers through the mound of soft blonde curly hair at her crotch. She smiled dreamily, still sleeping.
The big black man suddenly pinched the smooth softness of her inner thigh and the white girl woke with a yelping squeal. She sat up on the bed and stretched lazily, her arms lifting her twin, pale young breasts, topped with erect, deep red nipples.
"Get your white ass up, slut," Ace told her, "and put me on some coffee and breakfast. I got to get to Fitchburg and see a guy."
She got up quickly and built a fire in the stove and put on his coffee. The naked black man watched the easy, graceful movements of her young, naked pink form as she moved about. She spread some bread with jam and set it on the table so he could have it with his coffee like he enjoyed, and lit the kerosene lamp.
Then she came back to the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed, she reached down and gently massaged the big Negro's penis and squeezed it gently. Ace laughed and pushed her hand away.
"None of that shit, now," he said, getting up and slipping on his pants. "I got to get going. Tonight, maybe." The white girl, disappointed, shrugged and got up and poured him a cup of coffee. He ate a couple of pieces of the bread, drank the coffee, and then finished dressing. By now it was almost daylight and he started out of the door.
"Eat your scraps, clean the place up and I'll be back," he told her, "about four o'clock, I guess. I got to see this guy in Fitchburg and I might stop and see Greenie if she's not working." He left.
The girl ate some of the bread and jam from Ace's plate and drank the remainder of his cup of coffee and then lay back on the bed. She stretched her naked white body lazily and ran her hands over the smooth, pink flesh. Tonight, Ace had said, they would get together. Perhaps he would whip her. She shivered in anticipation of a wild time.
After a while she got up and cleaned up the place, then she went out on the porch. The morning air was soft, warm. The creak gurgled noisily beneath the small porch. Under the shack the dog scratched himself, thumping the dry dirt with his paw.
The naked white girl sat on the porch for a while and then went down to the creek and bathed. She came back to the shack and sat on the porch until she was dry and then had another cup of the stale coffee. The morning dragged by.
It was around noon when the dog came from beneath the shack and trotted down the rocky path, growling. In a few seconds the beast returned and lay quietly back down in the cool of the small building. Hearing voices, the girl squinted her blue eyes and peered intently down the path.
Ace and two other men came up the path and into the shack. The other two, both Negroes, were grinning broadly. The white girl shivered. The two were Old Dude and Stoney.
Old Dude, almost as big as Ace, was still wearing the striped grey pants and the soiled white shirt he had on when he had visited before. She knew he had probably not even bathed since then. She remembered his smell of stale sweat and musk.
He grinned at the white girl. "Damnation, Ace," he said. "I'm ready for some more of that."
Stoney, tall and lanky, had on a pair of black pants and a striped blue-white shirt. His battered black hat was shoved back on his head. He also grinned broadly at the naked white girl.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I need me some more, too. That kid knows all the tricks and can make up more as she goes along."
Ace chuckled. "You know it," he agreed. "Get us a beer, slut," he told the girl. The three Negroes went out on the small porch, Ace taking another chair. They sat on the porch and took the cans of beer the girl handed them.
Old Dude pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her naked waist.
"You really got something here," he told Ace. "This is living."
Ace nodded, sipping his beer. "I run into 'em," he told the girl, "down at Slatesville. They both were asleep in Old Dude's car, curled up like a pair of 'possums or something."
"That ain't the best sleeping in the world," Stoney said. "It's rough on the neck."
"You're right," Old Dude said. "We could have come on up here last night, but it was around two, three o'clock in the morning and we figured we had better wait till daylight and we both went to sleep." He let his hands play boldly over the white girl's pink breasts and stomach.
"They took me to Fitchburg," Ace told her. "That's why I'm back so early. So I owe em' a favor. You ready for some good, hard riding and other things?"
"Yes," the white girl answered softly. She smiled slightly.
Stoney was nodding in his chair. Ace shook him.
"Go inside," he said, "and stretch out on the bed. You got time to rest a couple of
hours if you want to."
Stoney got up and yawned widely, rubbing his eyes. "I guess I will," he said. "I sure am sleepy." He went into the shack and lay down and presently his snores shook the small building. Old Dude turned the girl loose and got up.
"I'm given out, too," he said. "I'll just go inside and stretch out on the floor for a while."
"I ain't got no other bed," Ace said.
"That's all right," Old Dude told him. "I'll just stretch out on the floor. I'll be all right." He went inside and the white girl sat down beside Ace. He grinned at her.
"Last time," he said, "me and old Stoney gave you a real going over, didn't we?"
She nodded.
"You like that?" Ace asked.
"It was good, Sir," the girl said. "Real good."
"Beats me," the big Negro said then, teasing her again, "how you can even take it, the whipping and hard screwings and all. I know lots of girls like hard screwing, but that whipping. How come you like it so much now?"
"Oh, I don't know," the white girl whined. "I guess, I don't know..."
She fumbled for words.
"Maybe because you just like to be used. Makes you feel it more if a big black man is whipping your little white butt? Is it something like that?" Ace chuckled.
"Maybe," she said, her eyes starting to spill over with tears. "Maybe that's it... I-I just like it that way."
He laughed at her and pinched her red nipples alternately till she squealed, then he had her get him another beer and sat drinking the brew contentedly.
It was late afternoon when Old Dude and Stoney awoke. Ace had the girl prepare them all some sandwiches and warm up some brown beans. Ace and his guests ate and then the white girl got to eat from their leftover plates. The three men sat on the porch smoking.
The girl finished eating and cleaned, then put away the dishes.
"Hey, white girl," Ace called from the porch. She went to the door of the shack and the big black man handed her his pocketknife. "Go and get two or three good ones," he told her menacingly. The naked girl left and returned in a few minutes with three switches.
"Good enough," Ace said, examining the long, slender whip-like rods. "You ready for a real good working over?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice whimpering with fear.
Stoney laughed. "Damnation," he said. "I ain't never seen nothing like this scene you got here. This is gonna be good!"
He pulled the girl onto his knees and ran his dark hands lewdly over her small white body, caressing the soft pink flesh of her inner thighs and legs and stomach. He turned to Ace. "Why don't we just get at it?" he asked. "I'm kind of hungry for some of this sweet, young white stuff."
Ace stood up. "Come on, then," he said, stepping through the door into the shack. The other two black men and the white girl followed.
"The ropes?" she asked timidly. Ace nodded. She went to the box near the stove and took out the three lengths of rope and tossed two on the table. Going out the door, she appeared again beneath the shack and pushed one end of the rope up through a crack. Ace held it with his bare foot and then when the other end came up through another crack he tied the two ends together.
"Damn! You sure got her well trained," Old Dude commented. "She trained like a bitch dog."
The girl returned and stood in the center of the room, waiting. The two visitors grinned as Ace stepped forward to tie her.
"You two," he told them, "might as well shuck down and be ready." Still grinning, Old Dude and Stoney took off their clothes and tossed them in a corner.
Bending over, Ace secured the white girl's ankles with the rope, pulling her sturdy, shapely young legs wide apart. He stood on a chair and pulled her arms up and tied them to one of the rafters. The white girl, spread-eagled by the ropes, waited for the kiss of the switches on her naked body.
Ace slipped off his pants and his big penis, released, stood up hard and firm. The white girl eyed it admiringly. The big black man picked up one of the switches.
"First," he said, "I'm going to take it slow and easy. Remember, Old Dude," he said, "the last time you was here? I think I'll try that again."
Bending down at one side of the girl, he laid the switch up against her side and then wrapped his big hand around the base of the switch and her ankle, holding the switch against her. Then, with his other hand, he bent the switch out and away from her taut body in a tense arch.
Suddenly he turned it loose and the switch sliced down in a stinging, singing cut, leaving a fiery welt from the girl's thigh, up her side, to under her armpit.
She squealed out loudly in pain, and the three black men grinned.
Still holding the big end of the switch against her ankle, Ace bent the switch back again and again let it come slashing down along her thigh and side.
"Oh! Oh! Oh" the girl moaned as another welt sprang up on her pink flesh.
Ace moved to the other side and grasped the switch and ankle in one hand, bent the switch back, and let it loose. This time the tip of the switch cut across the white girl's tight young breasts, slicing at a tender nipple.
The girl howled like a banshee with pain, shaking her blonde head from side to side. Old Dude grunted and Stoney laughed out loud.
"That one really made her sound off," Stoney said chuckling.
Ace bent the switch back again and turned it loose and another welt was added to the quivering pink flesh. The girl squealed moaned and jerked.
Ace stood up and stepped behind the white girl and lifted the switch. With a vicious slash, be brought the pliant rod down across the girl's soft rounded buttocks. She shoved her hips forward and a bubbling moan hissed through her clenched teeth.
The cry was choked off and became another, sharper howl as the switch crashed down again across the tender, soft flesh just below her buttocks. The tortured naked form jerked from side to side as a long, pain-racked wailing cry was torn from the girl's throat.
"Ace, Ace, Ace," Stoney said excitedly. "Let me have her! Let me have her!" Ace, grinning, threw down the switch and quickly untied the girl and shoved her toward Stoney. He and Old Dude stood grinning as Stoney hurriedly laid the sobbing girl down on the bed and flung himself on top of her in a fever of lust.
The white girl obediently spread her pale thighs, reached down and guided Stoney's big prick inward. She shoved her hips upward and wrapped her legs around him, at the same time putting her white arms around his glistening black shoulders.
The tall, lanky Negro grunted and then fell forward on her, his powerful body quivering. "Damnation!" he muttered.
Ace and Old Dude laughed.
"What's the matter?" Ace asked as Stoney got up from the bed, his dripping penis now limp and soft. The white girl lay on the bed, crying and waiting.
"I just couldn't hold it," Stoney murmured. "Bitch got me too excited."
"Don't let it bother you," Ace told him. "She ain't gonna run out of hot wet pussy any time soon, unless we whip and switch it off her. We'll have her warm you up again in just a little while." He looked at Old Dude.
Old Dude needed no further urging. He was on top of the young girl almost as soon as Stoney was out of the way. Without any help from the girl, he quickly rammed his big black prick in her quim and started pumping away. The girl wrapped her arms and legs around him and responding to his efforts by shoving her hips upward to meet his downward drives.
Old Dude was almost as aroused as Stoney had been and in a few swift motions he reached a peak and erupted in a weakening, quivering burst. He fell forward on the girl, breathing heavily.
Ace laughed. "You two," he said, "give out too soon. Here, let me show you how it's done."
Old Dude got up weakly and sat down in one of the chairs. Ace crawled on top of the white girl. She reached down and guided the big, familiar black penis inward and then wrapped her arms and legs around the big black man. He shoved down, penetrating her deep, and then he lay still, one hand under her buttocks, one under her shoulders. Without moving he pulled her up toward him, and then moved his hips from side to side, grinding roughly down into her.
The white girl moaned with pleasure.
Ace sought her anus with his probing fingers and then shoved up and down, his long, hard prick entering smoothly and easily, sliding in and out. The girl shivered and clung to him, her moist red lips seeking his.
The big black man continued his steady, easy motions, and then stopped suddenly. The white girl moaned and quivered.
"More! More!" she begged him. "Please, please, oh, please! Go on! Go on and fuck me!"
Grinning, Ace started again, driving down and in, up and out, down and in, up and out.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," the white girl moaned. And then she jerked violently and clung desperately to the big black man as she reached an all-consuming, shattering climax. Her welted white body quivered with overpowering passion.
But still Ace continued his hard, steady motions, driving down and into her young womb, up and out, down and in, up and out. The white girl clung to him weakly- As he continued his penetrating jabs, she slowly responded again and gripped her shapely white legs tightly around him, pulling him downward with her arms. Another low moan escaped her spittle-coated lips.
She gave a sharp cry and reached a second, shattering climax. Ace let himself go and gushed forth massively, filling her belly with his eruption. He fell forward on top of the girl, crushing her beneath him, their two bodies jerking and quivering.
Stoney and Dude stared in amazed admiration.
"Hey, man, no wonder that little bitch is hooked on black dick," Stoney said, "you sure brought her around."
"Yeah," Old Dude agreed, grinning widely. "You sure got a thing going with that little slut. I think she thinks you're her Black Daddy!"
Ace got up and sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette. The white girl lay with eyes closed, arms and legs outstretched, her young pink breasts and belly rising and falling rapidly, her stomach muscles rippling and quivering.
It was getting dark outside and Ace got up and lit the kerosene lamp and shut the door and pulled down the battered green blind covering the window. He opened beers for himself and Old Dude and Stoney and the three sat drinking, looking lustfully at the naked white girl on the bed. Presently, she opened her eyes and sat up on the bed.
"You like that ride, girl?" Ace asked her.
"Yes, it was good," she said, still panting slightly. The three black men all laughed.
Ace got up and walked over to the bed and pulled the girl to her feet.
"We need," he said, "to let you taste some more of the switches, don't we?"
"I guess so," she answered, whining softly.
"For me," Old Dude said, "I don't need it. I'm ready now."
"I am, too," Stoney said, "but I just as soon see her dance a little more. I kind of like that. You two remember that little white girl we whipped and screwed that time back home? This is lots better!"
"Yeah," Ace said. "Let's touch her up some more. Time enough yet for other things." He shoved the white girl back to the center of the room. The rope that had held her ankles had fallen down through the cracks.
"Get down and get it," he said, smacking her bottom with his wide palm.
She squealed, then left the shack quickly and presently the ends of the rope were shoved up through the cracks again. Ace tied the ends together.
When the girl returned, the big black man tied her legs apart again and then stretched her arms over her head and tied them to the ropes hanging from the rafter. He picked up two of the switches and tossed one to Stoney.
"Give me a hand," he said. "We'll both work on her white ass." Stoney eagerly grabbed the switch and, grinning broadly, stepped to one side of the white girl. Old Dude sat in a chair, his long penis standing straight up. Ace nodded to Stoney.
"You take that side," he said, "and I'll work on this one. Now, slow and easy. Not too fast." He raised the switch and brought it down just below the white girl's armpit. She jerked and tossed back her blonde-maned head and cried out loudly, tears coursing down her flushed red cheeks.
On the other side, Stoney lifted his switch and brought it down, bringing out a welt across the girl's hips. She gave another high, sharp yelp of pain and jerked back and forth.
The two black men, one on each side of the white girl, raised their switches and brought them down, etching red welts on the white flesh from her shoulders to her knees. The girl twisted and turned at the ends of the ropes, her cries of agony filling the small shack. Old Dude watched the whipping, his dark eyes wide with excitement, his penis standing fully erect.
Ace lowered his switch and motioned for Stoney to stop. Putting his hand under the white girl's chin, Ace lifted her tear-streaked face. Sobs racked the welted pink form.
"You had enough?" he asked. "You warmed up enough?"
"Yes, yes," the naked girl murmured. "Oh, please, I've had enough." The big black man laughed.
"Oh, hell," he said. "We just got started. You really want some more, now don't you? Don't you white bitch?!"
The girl shuddered. "Oh.... Please... Yes, I guess so," she sobbed pitifully.
"Good girl! That's a good bitch," he chuckled.
Ace walked to the table and opened three beers, handing one each to Old Dude and Stoney. The three black men sat drinking the beer, ogling the welted, shaking, sobbing naked white girl.
"We'll get back at it in a little while," Ace said. "Let her breathe a bit and think about what she got coming next. She's good for a lot more yet." The girl's body quivered with pain. Her broken sobs gradually died down, and her head hung down on her heaving chest.
Finishing his beer, Ace stood up and beckoned to Stoney. The two men picked up their switches again.
"Take the front," Ace said. He raised his own switch and brought it down across the girl's shoulders. She came instantly to life. Throwing her head back, she howled like an animal with pain as a livid welt appeared on the smooth skin, running from one rounded shoulder to the other.
Stoney raised his switch and brought it down across the white girl's lower stomach,
raising a burning welt just above the clump of blonde pussy hair. The girl jerked violently from side to side back and forth, another wailing scream pealing from her straining throat.
Ace again raised his switch and brought it down, this time right across the girl's pink buttocks. Stoney added another welt across her stomach.
The two black men continued lashing the twisting, jerking body, lacing her aching white flesh with stripes that crossed and criss-crossed. The girl's cries grew louder, sharper; and then died gradually to low pitiful moans. She hung at the ends of the ropes, dripping sweat, pain surrounding her quivering white form, sobs jerking her stomach in and out, her young breasts glistening in the yellow light, heaving and jiggling.
Ace tossed his switch aside. Stoney followed suit. The two slumped down in their chairs.
After a few minutes, Ace got up and untied the girl's feet. When he loosened her wrists she slumped wearily against him, almost falling. He took the naked white girl up in his powerful arms and carried her to the bed. Easing her down, he pushed her welted legs wide apart and quickly mounted her, inserting his big black tool easily.
The quivering white girl stirred, and then wrapped her legs about his black thighs and reached her striped arms around his shoulders. She pressed her welted breasts against his black hairy chest and clung to him hungrily.
Ace moved up and down with powerful, masterful strokes, demanding the young white girl's complete surrender. She groaned and reached a quivering climax and clung to him even more closely. The big black man let himself go and flooded out, filling her sweet young belly in his passionate release. They held each other tightly for long minutes.
Ace got up and moved on to a chair. Stoney immediately eased on top of the girl and entered her still throbbing pink slit. She wiggled her hips excitedly and wrapped her legs and arms around him. Swiftly he pumped away and almost immediately reached a climax.
Old Dude was next. He took his time but even so reached a sudden eruption and collapsed on top of the girl, breathing heavily. He got up weakly and sat in one of the chairs.
The three black men drank another beer and Ace lit a cigarette. The white girl lay exhausted on the bed.
Old Dude sighed wearily. "I couldn't do any more," he said, "if my black ass depended on it."
"We'll see," Ace told him. "I just bet she can fix you right up. How about it, white girl? You gonna get some more action out of my friend? Or you want some more switching? You get him off in your mouth, I might stop switching you for the night." Weakly she got up from the bed and walked unsteadily over to Old Dude. "Let her try, Old Dude," Ace urged.
The white girl knelt between the old black man's legs and laid her tear-streaked face on the inside of his hairy thigh. She opened her mouth and took the limp, gristle-like rod between her teeth, biting gently.
She moved her full wet lips back and forth, wetly slurping the odorous, sticky, black prick into her mouth. Holding his limp penis by the skinned-back foreskin, she nibbled at the underside and lapped it up and down, then let her long red tongue play over the head. She sucked it into her mouth with noisy wet sucking sounds, swallowing his dripping pre-cum and her own secretions that clung stockily to the long, black shaft.
Old Dude moaned. "Hell's bells," he muttered. He stiffened suddenly and erupted weakly into the white girl's mouth. She swallowed down his load and then moved back, a pleased look of accomplishment on her weary face.
"I did it," she said softly.
"You, Stoney?" Ace asked. "You want a sucking?"
"Not me," Stoney replied emphatically. "I've had plenty. I got me a girl in Atlanta and I want to have something left for her when I get back." He stood up suddenly. "And we do have to get back. I've had enough myself."
"Why, hell," Ace said, "it's probably not even midnight yet. We got lots of time."
"We do have to go," Stoney insisted. "I can't do no more good with her, I know, and I ain't sleepy. So I guess we better go. There'll be another time."
"He's right," Old Dude told Ace. "I'm all used up myself. There'll be another time, I hope."
"Sure thing," Ace agreed. "There'll be another time. She still got lots of pussy left. I just wish you two would stay a little longer, but if you got to go, then that's the way it is."
Old Dude and Stoney put on their clothes. The white girl returned to the bed and sprawled out weakly, her eyes closed.
"We do aim to come back," Stoney said, eying the girl. Ace slipped on his pants and shoes and left with them. In a few minutes he was back and had slipped off his clothes and lay down on the bed beside the still-weeping white girl.
He stroked her welted body. She opened her blue eyes. The black man grinned.
"You have a good time bitch?" he asked her. She nodded her head slightly. "Well," he said, "we'll see what else we can do to you when you rest a while. How about that?"
"It would be all right," the naked white girl sniffled, pressing her welted pink body close against him. The big black man grinned and put his powerful arms around her. They kissed.
Chapter Nine
Ace had borrowed Greenie's car and it moved along smoothly through the night, as if going over a good highway. The white girl lay in the trunk, wondering where Ace was taking her this time.
And then the car stopped and she heard voices. She couldn't make out the words and after a time the car started again. Again she heard the voices and realized someone was riding with Ace.
And then the car began bouncing and bumping. After a time the car stopped and she heard Ace talking with someone.
"Up here nobody can get close without us seeing them," she heard Ace say. The trunk lid opened and the big Negro helped her out. With him was a young, husky blond man with a yellow, unkempt beard and curly hair down to his shoulders. The young man stared at the naked white girl standing in the moonlight.
"Balls!" he said. "Where did you get her, man?"
"Don't let it worry you, I got her, that's all that matters." Ace told him coldly. "Let's get on with the bet." He turned to the girl. "This character says he can take anything any girl can dish out," he told her, "and I say you can make him yell 'Quits'. I got twenty bucks that say you can make him say he's had enough, so you just damn well better drain him dry, you understand me?"
The girl nodded. She glanced around her. They were probably on top of a ridge or mountain. Far off to one side she could see the lights of a town. Maybe Fitchburg. Sprinkled around the hill in the valley below were other lights. Now and then car lights moved along the road below. The summer night was warm.
"Say, man," the young man grinned, "am I going to have me some fun with this slut. Come here, girl."
Ace had taken the piece of quilt from the trunk of the car and had spread it on the ground. The blond young man slipped out of his pants and guided the naked girl toward the quilt.
"I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk," he said.
"Then get with it, Mike," Ace said testily. "I think you're more mouth than anything
The young man eased down on top of the girl. She reached down and grasped his penis and guided it into her pink slit.
"Hey, man," the young fellow chuckled, how about that. She does know what it's all about, don't she?"
He gave a sudden lunge and shoved inward. The girl lifted her legs and wrapped them around him and slipped her arms around his shoulders. She raised her hips slightly to meet his downward drive and tightened the muscles of her thighs to tug at his penis.
"Hey, man," the youth muttered. "Hey, now." He bounced up and down and suddenly erupted. A shock of surprise spread across his tan face and the girl, noticing his expression in the bright moonlight, smiled to herself. He rolled over and lay beside her, panting heavily.
Ace came around the car.
"Had enough already, Mike?" he asked. "Why, she ain't even got started on you yet. This white slut is a fuck-machine"
"What're you talking about?" the young man asked angrily. "You mean I ain't got started on her yet."
The girl reached down and grasped the sticky, limp penis and massaged it gently. The young man leaned back on the piece of quilt and relaxed, grinning.
The limp penis slowly began to thicken and get hard again. The girl stroked it gently, rubbing the sensitive head with her thumb and forefinger. The young man grinned contentedly.
The naked girl raised up and straddled the youth. Reaching down, she fitted the penis into her yearning pink slit and began easing up and down slowly. The young man groaned with pleasure.
The girl moved up and down a bit faster, and then faster still. The young man clenched his fists and moaned and then suddenly erupted again, the sticky flood oozing down the girl's legs to the hairs of the youth's crotch. He lay still, his breath low and labored.
Ace laughed.
"Had enough, boy?" he asked. "Looks like you done reached your limit."
"Not hardly," the young man said weakly. "I can take all she can dish out."
"A while ago," Ace reminded him, "you said you was going to fuck her till she couldn't walk. Let's see you do it."
"Gimme time," the young man muttered.
Ace nodded to the girl. She bent over the young man and started to kiss his chest, his stomach, his thighs. She let her lips wander to the exhausted penis and gently nibbled it between her lips.
The young man stirred and grunted.
The girl gently nibbled the underside of the sticky penis. She closed her white teeth
over the head and applied a gentle firm pressure. She took all the penis in her mouth and moved it around with her tongue. The penis again began to harden and lengthen. The young man lay still, relaxed, completely under her spell. She sucked gently, and then increased the pull of her cheeks. The young man moaned.
She continued her mouthings for several minutes. Finally the young man gave a low, cry and erupted weakly.
"Oh, damn it all," he mumbled weakly. "Wow!"
The young girl gave him only a few minutes rest. She reached down and grasped his testicles in her fingers and began massaging them gently. The young man suddenly raised up and pushed her hands away. He got to his feet and slowly reached for his pants. Shakily, he slipped them on.
Ace laughed. "What's the matter, boy?" the big Negro asked. "She do you in?"
"Yeah, damnit," the youth admitted. "She done me in." He handed Ace a twenty dollar bill.
Suddenly the young man grinned weakly.
"But what the hell," he said. "it was worth it.
I ain't never had a cleaning out like that." He looked at the naked girl admiringly. A
faint, pleased smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Ace opened the trunk and spread out the old piece of quilt inside. "Alright get back in your spot, bitch." He said, and helped the girl in, slamming shut the lid. She lay quietly as the car moved off the mountain.
Ace and the white girl slept late the next day. Then Ace went to Fitchburg to return Greenie's car and was gone until mid-afternoon the following day. The naked white girl was sitting on the small porch when he returned. He sat down and lit a cigarette.
He asked, "You ain't had much fun lately, have you, girl? Haven't had a good whipping or been fucked by a few bucks at a time in awhile." She shrugged.
"Not much," she said. "Not since Old Dude and Stoney were here. How long's that been? Three weeks?"
"That hippie creep last night," Ace said. "He wasn't as loaded as he thought, was he?"
"He did give out pretty quick," the girl said. "Wasn't much for me."
"Well," the black man said, "That's cause you only get off on lot's of dick, or on a good stiff black one like mine. Don't worry, we'll see if we can take care of you. All right?"
The white girl softly smiled her approval. Ace took out his pocketknife and handed it to her. "Get me a couple," he said.
The girl whimpered, but got up and left immediately. She was back in a few minutes with two switches. She laid them on the table and came to the door.
"Bring me a beer," Ace told her, "and then we'll warm you up some." She brought the can of beer and sat down in the chair beside him.
"How come," the black man asked, teasing her again, "you like to be naked? Don't it bother you?"
"No," the girl said biting her lower lip. "Not too much any more. I guess I'm used to it. Maw never did buy me no clothes. I never had pretty dresses or nothing. I had one old dress she was gonna throw away, but she let me have it. And then I'd just have to take it off whenever Sugar Pete come around."
Ace chuckled. "Your maw was something else. She wasn't interested in anything but a drink of moonshine. And that uncle of yours, fuckin' his own niece. You sure come from a bunch of white trash don't you? Getting fucked by your own uncle and your own cousins. Your lucky I even want to stick my fine black dick inside you. You know that? Your just lucky I want to own you, or nobody would want you."
The white girl rubbed her thighs impatiently. She took a deep breath, raising her firm, young pink breasts.
The black man guessed her discomfort with what he was saying, but he enjoyed making her squirm. "Look at you squirming around. I guess you must want to get at it, don't you? Get a nice whipping?" He got to his feet and threw the empty beer can into the creek below the porch. "Well, come on, then. Come get your medicine little white trash."
The naked white girl followed him into the shack. "You want I should get the ropes?" she asked.
Ace nodded. "You know the routine. Get to work, slut."
She got ropes from the box near the stove. Throwing two pieces of the rope on the table, she left with the other and went beneath the shack. Ace grasped the rope ends when she thrust them up through the cracks and tied the ends together. The girl returned in a few minutes and walked to the center of the room.
Ace stood in a chair and tied her arms up to the overhead rafter. Bending, he pulled her young, firm white legs wide apart and tied her ankles with the rope she had pushed up between the cracks of the floor. Opening another beer, the big Negro sat in a chair and sipped it, ogling the spread-eagle naked white girl.
"You sure are something, what a sweet piece of white ass," he murmured "Old Ace is going to be nice to you and give you what you deserve, a good whipping and a fucking you'll remember for a long while."
The white girl tossed her head to get her blonde curls out of her eyes. Her red tongue licked hungrily over her full, moist lips.
Ace sipped his beer slowly, enjoying her fear and building the anticipation of the pain and pleasures to come. A shiver shook the white girl's form, fear-sweat began to bead up on her white flesh and soon her pale body was shiny with it, it ran from her armpits, her breasts, belly and inner thighs. Her face was red and flushed.
The black man laughed.
"You're in a hurry to get it, ain't you?" he said. "You want it and-"
A deep growl from the dog beneath the shack interrupted him. The animal moved hurriedly down the rocky path. Ace frowned, annoyed.
"Damn," he muttered. "I'll go see who it is." The naked white girl gave a sigh of both relief and frustration at the interruption.
In a few minutes, Ace was back, followed by two white men. One was a nervous, wide-eyed little man with a dirty stubble of beard covering his pinched face. He was dressed in a blue shirt and dirty denim pants. His wide eyes opened even wider when he saw the naked white girl, tied up in the center of the shack.
The other man was the girl's uncle, Sugar Pete. He grinned at her.
"Still here, eh?" he said. "He hasn't sold you or put you up in a whorehouse yet? He will when he gets bored with you, you bet! You miss your old uncle?" He stepped up to the girl and ran his hands eagerly over her bare slippery-coated body. She glared at him.
"She ain't friendly at all, Ace," Sugar Pete said. He was dressed in a dirty grey shirt and denim pants. Like the other man, he needed a shave. He turned to the other man.
"What do you think about this, Arch?" he asked. "Ain't she something? I used to screw her all the time since she was yay-high and she's a real fine piece."
Ace had been standing near the table, a frown on his forehead. The little man called Arch, stared nervously at the big black man.
"You ain't got time," Ace told Sugar Pete, "to go over your life history. I said you was welcome for a beer and then you better get. I don't want the law to have no reason to come looking for you up this hollow."
"Aw, hell," Sugar Pete said, "the law don't know I'm within a thousand miles. We'll take that beer though, and then we'll get on." He sat down on the table. Arch sat on the bed, nervously scratching his chin and staring at the bound young girl.
Ace opened two beers for the white men. Sugar Pete took a deep drink.
"You got something to do, Ace," he said, you just go ahead. Don't let us bother you."
Ace nodded. "I wasn't going to. I'm just whipping my white bitch a little before I fuck her." He picked up one of the switches and slashed it through the air and across the naked white girl's rounded, meaty buttocks. She gave a shrill, sharp cry. Arch nearly jumped from the bed.
"What the hell are you whipping her for?" he asked nervously.
"Because I want to," Ace told him testily. "She's mine. She's my property. I own her white ass, and I do whatever I want to her, and with her. You got any objections?"
No, no, I guess not," Arch answered quickly. He took a fast drink of beer and almost choked.
"He does that a lot," Sugar Pete said. "Whips her, then screws her. The whipping gets the white meat tender, eh, Ace?"
Ace scowled at him. "She was your niece. If you took better care of her, maybe she wouldn't be getting whipped and fucked by black bucks like me. I take care of her ass now!"
Sugar Pete shrugged and took a swallow of beer.
The big black man raised the switch again and struck savagely at the tender pink body. The girl howled; a red welt appeared around her hips.
"Man it don't seem right for a black man to be doing this to a white girl," Arch whispered to Sugar Pete. "It just don't seem right. She's you own flesh an' blood Pete!"
Ace swung the switch upward and brought it slashing down again, this time across her shoulders. The white girl screamed horribly with the pain.
Sugar Pete just sat staring, grinning broadly. Arch sat motionless on the bed, his shoulders slightly drawn up, his eyes wide and not believing what he was seeing.
Ace continued to slash at her naked white body, beating her worse than usual in his anger at Sugar Pete, wanting to show his ownership of the young white girl. He knew it was bothering the man called Arch, bothering him to see a black man using and debasing a little white thing this way, so he poured it on, bringing up welt after welt on the hapless girl's quivering white flesh. The girl jerked and twisted and shuddered under the cutting lashes of the switch, peal after peal of screaming pain pouring from her lips, tears flooding down her feverish red cheeks.
The big black man cut at the girl's fleshy supple white thighs, her legs, hips, stomach, buttocks, and her back. The switch finally broke in two.
Ace flung the broken switch down and sat down in a chair and opened a can of beer. The naked white girl jerked and quivered, sobbing out helplessly at the ends of the ropes, her cries gradually dying down to low moans and pitiful, broken sobs.
Sugar Pete turned to Arch. "Old Ace sure knows how to warm 'em up," he said. "Say, Ace," he asked, "how about letting me taking a quick, fast ride before we have to go? Please? Please, for old time's sake?"
"Oh, all right," Ace told him, his voice sullen. He walked to the white girl and untied her. "Get your ass off the bed," the black man growled at Arch. And then to the white girl; "And you, slut, you get your white ass on that bed. Fuck your uncle good!"
Arch leaped up and stood wide-eyed near the door. Ace shoved the girl roughly toward the bed.
"Let Sugar Pete have a turn at you," he told her, laughing menacingly. Your Uncle wants some loving." The girl hesitated.
"I don't want to," she mumbled. The black man hesitated for a moment, taking in what his usually obedient white slave was saying. As the words sunk in, he was suddenly furious, she hadn't tried to disobey him since that first day he had bought her, brought her home to this shack, and gave her, her first real beating. The black man lashed out and gave her a stinging slap across her face with his open palm.
"You'll pay for that cunt! You saying no to me? I own your white ass! It don't matter what you want, white bitch," he growled. "You ain't figured that out yet? You do what you're told. Get on that bed and fuck your uncle real good, or you'll really get it. It ain't nothing you ain't done before is it? Been fuckin' your uncle since you was a kid, he says, you little white trash, bitch."
The sobbing girl shook her head to clear away the dizziness and laid down quickly on the bed. Her uncle jumped up from the chair, grinning. He quickly out of his pants and came toward her, his penis stiff and erect.
"Help him, damn you," Ace told the girl, sensing that she would not cooperate. "Give your uncle a nice pussy ride like you been taught to. Show him what you've learned since your momma sold you to me."
The girl gave only a small whine of protest, but at the same time, she wrapped her little fist around her uncle's white-skinned penis and guided his big rod into her tiny red slit. She rubbed it up and down in her wet trough a bit to lube up the fat head of it, and then wrapped her legs around Sugar Pete's waist as he climbed on top of her. He gave her a ramming thrust and drove into her belly deep. The girl grunted loudly.
Sugar Pete gave it to her with a slow steady fucking for several minutes before he finally speeded up and gave her a dozen fast, furious pumps, up an down, up and down, making her grunt and moan and then she let out a squeal of unwanted pleasure as a giant orgasm washed over her, and she came powerfully on her uncle's ravaging prick. She clung to him, gasping and moaning as he gave her a last deep thrust and then let out a soft moan and relaxed on top of his niece. The girl lay passively beneath him, ashamed by her show of incestuous arousal and passion in front of Ace and Arch. Sugar Pete pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hot open mouth, giving her a deep kiss as he continued to pump her pussy in easy rocking motions, emptying his balls into her belly, her helplessly welted body, crushed by his weight.
"Man, that was good," Sugar Pete said, getting up. "I really needed that. You sure taught her a few things, Ace, she can squeeze the dick off a man with that little pink snapper she got between her legs. She knows some hip movements she never knew before, too. She sure gives a nice fuck."
He slipped on his pants. "What about Arch?" he asked Ace.
Ace nodded, his lips curled in disgust. "Sure, she don't mind, she'll fuck whoever I want her to."
"No, no, not me," Arch said hastily. "I don't think-"
"All right, all right," Ace interrupted him. "Why don't you two just drag ass!"
"Come and keep that dog off us," Sugar Pete said, "and we'll be gone." He turned and grinned at the naked girl on the bed. "I'll tell your maw you said hello, and that you're still a good piece of ass," he said to her. He and Arch followed Ace through the door.
The girl continued to lie on the bed, her face awash with tears, a look of complete misery clouded her blue eyes. Stinging, burning welts criss-crossed her shapely pink flesh.
Ace returned in a few minutes, frowning angrily.
"Bring me a beer slut," he said, going out on the porch. The girl got up weakly and walked unsteadily to the pan of cold creek water where the beers floated. She got the beer and took it to him. She sat down in the other chair. Shadows had started to lengthen around the shack.
"That damn Sugar Pete," Ace growled. "When I got plans, I don't like to be bothered with him fucking around here. Besides, the law might take a notion to come looking for him."
He looked at the white girl's welted body. "Anyway," he went on chuckling, "you still got your whipping and screwing, didn't you? Did you like it with your uncle?"
"It was too fast," the girl said softly, pouting.
"What? The whipping or the screwing?"
"The screwing. I don't like it that way, and with him." Her lips curled in disgust. "I hate him... Sugar Pete never was able to do me any good anyway."
Ace chuckled, in a better mood. "Yeah, well, I still saw you cum on his fuckstick, you little white slut. Don't tell me you don't like him fucking you. Hell, he took your little cherry didn't he? Your own uncle. But don't you worry, I ain't given you my best load tonight yet, I'll see what I can do for you," he told her. "First, get me something to eat."
The two went inside and she made him a meal of sandwiches and canned beans. Ace had another beer while she ate up the scraps he tossed to her from across the table, laughing when some of them hit the floor and she had to pick them up to eat them. It had become dark outside and the black man lit the other kerosene lamp, pulled the battered shade over the window and door.
"Now," the big black man said, "I'll just touch you up a bit and we'll see what else we can get into." The rope that had been used to tie the girl's legs apart had fallen through the to the ground beneath the shack. "Go bring me that other piece of rope," Ace ordered her. The girl looked at him questioningly but left and returned with the length of rope.
"I'll just use this other switch," the black man told her, "to warm you up right between the legs. How would you like that?"
"Please, Ace," the white girl begged, "that hurts too much. Some other way, huh? Please? Huh? That way..."
"Shut the fuck up," he told her. "That's the second time tonight you've tried to get out of something. You never say no to me! You always say yes, for a fucking or a whipping! Didn't I teach you that the first day I bought you off your momma? You dumb white cunt! Are you forgetting that? A white slut is always ready to be fucked and whipped!"
He took her by the hair and led her to the bed, making her lie on her back. He tied a length of rope to each ankle and then, standing on the bed, he spread her shapely legs wide, and lifted them, tying the other ends of rope to the rafters, leaving her white thighs spread obscenely wide apart, her plump buttocks and hips lifted up from the bed. The white girl whimpered loudly in dread of her punishment.
The big black man then tied her wrists together and pulled her arms back over her head and tied the rope to the head of the bed. He slipped off his clothes and sat down in a chair to watch his young white slave squirm and wiggle while he sipped another beer. The girl turned pleading eyes toward him.
"Please, Ace, please sir," she begged again. "Please whip me some other way. This hurts too much." The black man laughed.
"Don't you know it by now?" he asked. "It's supposed to hurt you. That's what makes it good for me, and before I'm through with your white ass, it's gonna be good for you too! Ain't nothing more satisfying for a black man than to whip a little white girl. Don't you know that? Did you see that Arch guy? He was sick, sick cause a white girl was getting a good beating and getting well-fucked by a big black buck. He couldn't stand it. Couldn't even fuck your sweet pussy when it was offered to him on a silver platter. And that's why I am gonna keep on whipping and punishing you. I'm gonna sell your pussy and ass, and rent you to whoever I want. Loan you to my friends, and use your white ass until there ain't nothing left worth using or selling. Because you're mine, slut. Because you're my property. And I like hurting you and making you scream!"
He got up and picked up the switch and walked toward the foot of the bed. The white girl closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, a whine of fear beginning. He raised the switch and brought it slashing down between her out-spread thighs, the tough whip-like rod cutting into the soft, tender flesh of her lower stomach, just above her gaping pink slit.
The girl howled with outraged pain and flung her hips from side to side. Ace laughed uproariously. "See," he said. "I told you it was supposed to hurt." He raised the switch again and brought it slashing down, adding another fiery welt to the tortured flesh. The girl clenched her teeth, an animal-like moan bubbling from her throat. Her young pink body quivering helplessly.
Ace raised the switch again and again slashed downward between the girl's legs, this time the tip of the switch cutting across the tender red lips of her throbbing vulva. She howled like an animal with agony and thrashed and twisted at the ends of the rope.
"Oh! No, no, no!" she screamed. "Enough, enough! Please! Oh, please!"
The black man chuckled happily and then switched her again. This stroke, and the next and the next, and the next, landed on her tender inner thighs, scoring the soft white flesh with angry red welts. The girl's pleas blended into a choking, gurgling cry of torment. Her welted body jerked and quivered. He alternated between strokes to her soft lower belly, back to her inner thighs, then he'd change it all up with a brutal cut to her spread-open pink twat, which really got her screaming and howling.
Finally, when she thought she couldn't even scream any longer, half out of her mind, Ace tossed the switch aside and quickly untied her ankles and then her hands. Her white body, striped like a zebra's with angry red welts, jerked and quivered as he mounted her masterfully. She was barely able to lift her welted legs to wrap them submissively around him. Her arms grasped his powerful shoulders weakly.
Ace gave her a half dozen slow, easy strokes in her dripping pink pussy and stopped. He reached beneath her buttocks and probed roughly for her anus with his black fingers, at the same time, stroking her welted thigh and side with his other hand. The white girl gradually stopped shaking and then lay passively beneath him.
The big black man gave her another half dozen pumps his time with more force, and then stopped again. The girl moaned happily, as her body naturally responded to his savage fucking of her young white body and she clung to him tightly with her arms and legs.
Ace fucked her brutally, for a few more strokes, fucking the hapless white girl into complete submission as he strained her toward him. He stopped again, and she moaned loudly, her lust wanting him to continue his primitive assault on her white flesh.
He gave her several more slow, easy thrusts and she quivered even more excitedly beneath him. He increased his motions and pounded up and down fiercely, the girl jerking with passion and pleasure under him. She reached a quivering climax and clung to him tightly.
"Good, good, so good," she murmured weakly.
He gave a few more powerful drives up and down, driving in deeply into her white belly and then flooded out in a powerful eruption that filled her womb with his black seed, and fell exhausted on top of her. Their mingled sticky sex fluids glued them together. They lay clinging to each other, their breaths short and labored. The white girl's moist lips sought his in a hungry, lingering kiss.
Ace finally rolled off her and lay at her side.
"How was that, slut?" he asked. "You have a nice cum?"
"Oh, it was so good! Good! Good!" She stretched her tortured young body lazily. "The whipping was so rough, though. I'm really hurting!" She rubbed her hands gingerly over the countless welts on the insides of her soft tender inner thighs.
Ace chuckled.
"I'll salt your white ass down real good in the morning," he said. "Right now, I'm finished."
The white girl reached down and grasped his slimy, limp black penis in her little white fist.
"You want me to raise it back?" she asked, submissively and the black man grinned.
"Well, all right," he said. "See what you can do, slut."
She got on her knees on the bed and bent her blonde curly head down and started kissing the head of his black prick all over, lapping at the head like it was a chocolate ice cream cone.
Ace lay still, his hands behind his head, his legs apart. The girl nibbled gently at the big black penis. her red tongue darting here and there, covering every inch of it in loving, lapping caresses. The black man grinned with pleasure.
His enormous black penis thickened and grew hard and erect. The white girl smiled at her success. She closed her full lips over the throbbing purple head of the big shaft and sucked deeply. Her cheeks moved in and out as she sucked gently, demandingly.
The big black man groaned with pleasure. He reached down and lay a hand on the girl's blonde head, pushing her face down firmly, making her go deeper, ramming his penis deep into her mouth. She continued the sucking, her tongue and lips massaging the big rod, completely dominated by the black man's ebony spear.
Ace gave a low, growling moan and suddenly erupted, mightily, flooding the white girl's throat and mouth with a huge volume of his cum. The girl swallowed several times, choking as the sperm filled her mouth, nose and belly. Finally she drew back, coughing and gasping. Sperm ran from both her nostrils and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She wiped the sticky mess from her face with the back of her hand and licked her hand clean, looking at the black man, smiling.
"Was that all right?" she asked. "Was I good?"
Ace chuckled. "Yeah, it was good, white bitch. Your a good little cocksucker. You like that, do you? Like that black seed?" he asked.
"I like to please you," she said simply.
"Oh, you do," he told her. "And that's why I keep you. But that's it for tonight. Let's get some sleep. Put out them lights."
The little white girl got up and blew out the kerosene lamp, and then lay back down beside the big black man. He put an arm around her and pulled her small, naked white body against his.
She threw a shapely white thigh over his hip and relaxed. In a little while the black man's snores filled the shack.
Chapter Ten
It had rained all morning and now the air was heavy and damp around the shack at the head of Slateville Hollow. Water dripped from the leaves of the trees surrounding the shack and the creek running beneath the porch was yellow with dirt.
The naked white girl sat in a chair on the porch waiting for Ace to get back from Fitchburg. They had run out of groceries and beer and the big black man had left early that morning to get some more. It had been several days since Sugar Pete and his friend Arch had been there and the welts on the girl had almost disappeared.
The afternoon wore on and the sun came out and dried the moisture from the air. Near
sundown, Ace returned and they ate supper. In the late evening they sat on the porch, the big black man drinking a beer.
"This morning," he said, "I got into a quick crap game with a bunch of guys over at
Fitchburg and after the game me and another guy went to this fellow's to get a pint of moonshine he had for sale. He told me three, four years ago he used to go see a sister of his and she had a little fat naked blonde girl, maybe ten, eleven years old, running around the place and he had a lot of fun with the kid. He's a big fellow, he got a red beard."
The white girl stared at him for several seconds. Then she pouted and frowned at the same time.
"Link," she said, "Uncle Link. I had forgot about him."
Ace chuckled.
"Yeah," he said. "Well, he ain't forgot about you. Your maw's and Sugar Pete's brother. He don't know you're here with me. He don't even know your maw has left." He took a drink of beer. "From what he said, I knew who he was talking about. Said he had
a lot of fun with you. What kind of fun?"
The girl lowered her head and didn't answer at first, but when Ace reached over and gave her red nipple a hard twist, she squealed and looked up again.
"Well," the girl replied softly, "he'd come to our place and give Maw a pint of whiskey and she'd let him play with me-or rather, make me play with him."
"How?" Ace asked, grinning.
"Well, at first they'd make me play around with his prick. He'd take off his pants and sit on the couch and I'd have to rub him off." She paused.
"Go on, bitch, I didn't tell you to stop talking," Ace ordered. "You said at first. Then what?"
"Well, then later they had me suck him." She curled her lips in distaste. "That's all he wanted. Him and Maw and Sugar Pete too, would sometimes play cards and they'd make me sit under the table with his prick in my mouth just sitting there. He'd sometimes stay all night and I'd have to go to sleep with his thing in my mouth. And sometimes he smeared jelly or something sweet all over it and made me lick it off."
She shook her head in disgust.
"You didn't like that?" Ace asked, laughing. "You don't mind sucking me. You suck dick real good."
"It's different," she said. "And Uncle Link wanted it all the time."
"Well, you're a born cocksucker. Suckin' and fuckin' your own uncles....! Damn! Didn't he ever screw you?" Ace asked, grinning.
"No. He was just interested in getting sucked. I hadn't thought about him in a long time. He just quit coming for some reason."
"He got sent up for selling moonshine," Ace told her. "Spent a couple of years in the pen for it." He took another drink of beer and tossed the empty can into the creek. "But he's back now, and back at bootlegging. He's liable to come looking for your maw. But, of course, he won't find her."
The white girl was silent.
"Link's got a lot of money," Ace went on, "and he don't mind spending it either. I made a deal with him to get some of that money away from him. A hundred dollars of it!"
The naked white girl looked at him with a terror in her blue eyes. "What kind of
a deal?" She asked timidly.
"Well," the black man told her chuckling, "I'm going to rent you to him for about a week. Me and Greenie going to visit some friends of hers in Postonville for about a week or ten days. Greenie thought it was funny you were gonna get rented out to your own uncle! And I figured I might as well get something out of you while I'm gone."
"He'll want to get sucked," the girl said frowning and staring at the floor, "But I'm bigger now. Maybe he'll want to screw me, too."
"Whatever he wants," Ace said grinning. "I made the deal with him. So whatever Uncle wants, you're going to do it! And do it good! You do exactly what he wants done. And I better hear later that you were the best little fucker and sucker he ever had, or I'll beat you on your pussy till you can't walk for a month! You got me white bitch? You've already fucked half your relatives, so don't act like it's anything new to you. Little white trash is all you are. Don't try and act like anything else, cause that is all you are, got it?"
"The white girl nodded and shrugged resignedly. Then she added slyly, "he'll probably know me," she said.
"So what?" Ace replied. "So he knows you're a little white whore. You was a little whore way back with your momma, except you got sold for a pint of whiskey back then. Now you get rented for a hundred bucks for a week of service. He should be proud his little niece is movin' up in the world. Now you're owned by a black man who pimps you out. That's a step up from your momma sellin' you. But don't you tell him about that, or where you or I live, or where your maw is, or anything else, you hear me white bitch? It ain't none of his business. He's renting you, an nothin' else. He can believe what he wants to, but don't you go talkin' and tellin' him nothing."
"All right," the girl said softly. She looked very displeased at the idea, though.
Ace lit a cigarette and grinned at her pouting face. "Don't you disappoint me now, I expect you to give your uncle a lot of good suckin' and fuckin' so get your little mind straight to it. No use fightin' it. You been rented out, and your gonna give real good service to my customer!"
He was enjoying making her squirm at the idea of a week or more of sucking off her own uncle, so he laid it on extra thick, making her agree to everything he said.
"We'll get over there early in the morning," he said. "I got Greenie's car down at Slateville. Remember, don't you tell Uncle Link nothing. He'll probably be too busy to ask, anyway, from what you say he likes, and you'll probably have your mouth too full of your uncle's dick to be talking and blabbing."
It was barely past dawn when Ace led the naked white girl down the path to the deserted coal mining town. The woods were still, quiet. Obediently, the girl stepped along behind the big black man until they came to the edge of the woods. She waited while he went to Greenie's car and looked around, then she went to him when he motioned for her to come. She scampered in, and curled up in the trunk on the old piece of quilt and he slammed shut the lid. The old car rattled and bounced over the rutted road.
Then the bouncing eased some and the riding was a little smoother. After a time the car stopped and the girl heard voices and then the car started again. Ace had stopped and picked up Greenie, she guessed.
Presently, the car was stopped and a few seconds later the lid of the trunk had lifted. The naked white girl got out.
"Hell's bells," a big redheaded man growled. She looked at him. He looked a lot like his brother, Sugar Pete, but was a lot bigger, and had red hair and a bushy red beard. He wore dusty overalls and a faded blue shirt. His big feet were bare. "That sure is a fine piece of stuff," Link said, grinning.
A sorrowful looking hound dog sniffed at the naked girl's legs, pussy and ass until Link slapped at it. "Git!" he said. The dog walked away to drop beside two other hounds lying beneath an apple tree.
The tree stood near a small, weather-beaten frame house sitting on a small dusty knoll. The windows of the house were boarded up with scraps of lumber. The porch and roof sagged. A dusty, rutted road went from the house, across a weedy, open space and disappeared into a clump of trees some fifty yards away.
"Come on in," the big red-bearded man said. Ace and Greenie and the white girl followed him inside the two-room house. In one room there was a bed and a chair. At one side of the room was a small, empty clothes closet without a door. A pair of muddy shoes sat just inside the closet. In the other room was a stove and a table and two more chairs.
Link peered at the girl.
"Somehow, she looks familiar," he said. "What's your name, girl?"
She don't got a name. And she don't need a name," Ace told him. "She's just a little whore. If you just pay me, we'll be going. We got a long drive."
Link put his hand in a pocket of his overalls and pulled out a roll of bills. He still stared at the girl, frowning, thinking hard. He peeled off two twenties and a ten and handed the money to Ace.
"The rest when you get back, okay?" he said.
Ace nodded and turned to go. "Sure, but you have that money ready for me... or I'll get real angry."
"Hey, no problem... Wait! I just got it!" Link said suddenly, pointing a finger at the naked girl. "You're Rosie's kid, right?"
"That's right," Ace told him.
"Hell's bells," Link murmured. "How about that, you're renting me my own damn, kin. Hell's bells! Does Rosie still live where she used to? I been aiming to go see her."
"Now, look," Ace said evenly, "let's get something straight. Rosie don't live where
she used to and we don't care where she is. You want the girl for a few days, all right. But don't be trying to find out where Rosie is. Just have some fun with her and that way we might even arrange to let you have her a next time. Otherwise, we might not."
The big man shrugged.
"Sure, suits the hell out of me," he grinned. "I don't really give a damn where Rosie is. Yeah, we'll just have some fun while you two are gone."
Ace and Greenie went outside and got in the car. The vehicle rattled down the rutted road and disappeared into the clump of trees. Link sat down in the chair and pulled his niece toward him.
"Damn, little girl," he said, "you sure have changed since I seen you last. You was just a little fat kid back then. A fat little kid that sucked on my dick. We had some fun, though, didn't we?" He let his hands roam all over the naked girl. "Yeah, you certainly have changed."
He shoved one hand up between her legs and rammed a thick finger into her pink slit. The girl grunted, and Link laughed.
"That looks like its been stretched some, too," he said. "You used to be too little for anything but a good hand-job or sucking. We had some times, though, didn't we? You learned quick and sucked pretty good. What a little cock sucker you were!"
He got up suddenly.
"First," he said, "I need to show you something." He took her by the wrist and led her to the empty closet. Reaching inside, he pushed two boards aside at one end, revealing another space between the walls of the house.
"I use this," the girl's uncle said, "to hide whiskey when I got it. Them stupid lawmen
ain't found it yet. They poked around and looked in the closet a dozen times. If
somebody comes, you scoot your ass in here, you understand? Them hounds will make plenty of noise if anybody comes around." He shut the opening.
"You still remember some of the tricks I taught you, girl?"
"I guess so," she answered. Link laughed.
"We'll see in a little while," he said. "Right now, let's get something to eat. I ain't had breakfast yet." The girl followed him into the next room.
Link broke four eggs in a skillet and fried them on the stove. Spooning out part of the scrambled eggs on a plate, he motioned for the girl to sit down on the floor and eat. He himself sat at the table and ate from the skillet.
After he had eaten, Link ordered the girl to clean up the kitchen and table, he got up and went into the other room and lay down on the bed, telling her to hurry up and join him. The girl washed the few dishes and stacked them at one end of the table. She then went into the other room and started to sit down in the chair.
"Come here," the uncle ordered. She wall over to the bed. Link got up and took off overalls, leaving his shirt on. His heavy, thick penis was hard and erect. "Let's play around, he said, pulling the girl down on the bed beside him.
He let his hands run all over her soft bare body. She lay still.
"Where," he asked, "did you get them welts?"
"I got a whipping," she said.
"Well, I can see that," he answered, chuckling. He bent down and let his lips close over one of her cherry-red nipples. His red beard scratched her tender breasts.
Link sucked gently on her nipple, letting his tongue lap over it in quick, fast strokes. The girl stirred restlessly and quivered. Link raised his red head.
"Getting warmed up for me?" he asked, grinning. He lowered his mouth to the other nipple, at the same time letting his hands play over her soft stomach and sensitive inner thighs and high up between her legs. She closed her thighs over his hand, the muscles of
her stomach and thighs jerking.
"I believe you're ready," Link said, raising up and crawling on top of her. She gave a sharp squeal as his big, heavy prick rammed right into her, and then she raised her legs and wrapped them around him, her heels resting on his ass, her soft, warm thighs squeezing him to her. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled toward him.
The big redheaded man shoved downward, driving deeper into her belly. The girl, almost covered by his big frame, groaned with pleasure. Link shoved down again, raised his hips, and drove down again. The girl moaned.
"Ohhh!"
Link grinned broadly and continued his furious driving up and down. The girl gave sudden, high squeals of passion and erupted in a flooding climax. Link quivered and then burst forth, filling her belly with his fluid. He lay heavily on top of the girl, jerking with excitement.
"Wow!" Link muttered, rolling over and laying beside the girl. "That was good, real good! That black fellow teach you how to do all that?"
The girl was silent.
"No matter," Link said, getting up from the bed. "You learned how to please a man real good though." He went into the other room and returned with a can of beer and sat in the chair drinking it. Outside, one of the hound dogs let out a yelp and all three of the dogs started trotting toward the clump of woods at the other side of the clearing.
"Come on," Link said. He pushed the girl toward the closet. She pulled open the opening and crouched in the small space. Presently, she could hear voices.
"I ain't got none," she heard her uncle say. "Not right now. Maybe in a couple of weeks. Carbide Smith over at Fitchburg ought to be able to get you some."
"Damn," she heard a man's voice snort. "The stuff he sells tastes like carbide. That's how the bastard got his name."
"Well, I ain't got none," Link said again. She heard footsteps growing faint and then, after a few more minutes her uncle opened the covering and motioned her out. He had put his overalls on to answer the door.
"It's likely," Link said, "he'll pass the word around that I ain't got no whiskey and we won't be bothered for a few days." He slipped off his overalls and sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing her to him between his legs. "Now, girl," he asked, "you still remember some of the things I taught you?"
"I guess," the naked girl answered softly.
"Let's just see if you do," He laughed, pressing against her shoulders until she knelt submissively down between his legs. "How about you gobbling down a little bit of uncle's dick-meat? Just like the old days, only better." And he moved slightly forward on the bed, shoving his penis toward her face.
She reached up and began rubbing his sweaty scrotum gently, at the same time using her other hand to lift the slowly-hardening prick. Her full red lips closed down on the tender piece of tissue underneath the head of the penis. She nipped at it gently, then let her lips move down under the now rock-hard shaft, lapping lightly.
Link grunted. "You've learned some new stuff," he said admiringly, laying a hand on top of the blonde head moving between his legs.
The naked girl continued her lewd caresses, with both her hands and her mouth. She gently massaged the flesh at the base of his scrotum and let her tongue and lips play along the length of the thick shaft.
Opening her mouth wide, she closed her full lips over the head of the penis, making sure her tongue pointed and licked into the extended hole in the head of the big root. Her uncle groaned with pleasure.
"Go at it, girl," he panted. "Go at it!"
The girl continued her sucking and gentle lapping, her hands moving over the big man's inner thighs and scrotum.
Link gave a sudden growling grunt and then his big penis spewed forth a massive load into the girl's mouth. She gasped chokingly and started to pull her head back, but Link held her in place with one hand, tightening his legs against her face. The gooey mess oozed from the corners of her mouth as she tried to breathe with the big rod in between her lips.
"Stay with it, girl," Link ordered, his voice weak. "Stay with it. You always swallow you uncle's load, I reckon you forgot that."
She sat on her heels between his legs, his twitching tool still lodged in her mouth. Presently, the big penis finished pumping out his ball-juices and started to shrink and grow limp. Link finally let her go when she had swallowed down everything he had to offer her. He got shakily to his feet.
"You're good," he told her. "Them Negros have taught you a thing or two. We'll have to at again real soon."
He went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. The naked girl came
and sat in the other chair and he poured her a cup of the black brew. They drank in silence.
"You're good," Link said again. "Real good. You wasn't bad when you was ten, eleven years old, but you're real good now." He laughed. "Yep, you've learned a few tricks. I reckon you've chowed down on a lot of manmeat since I seen you last, though, a lot of Negro dick too. Hell, I remember coming to see Rosie that one day and
seeing you running around naked, a little fat, dirty kid. I didn't want you to go to waste, but since you was too little to screw, I figured you could at least learn to suck. Did you like it back then?
"Not so much," the girl said, looking down and shaking her head. "It was all right, I guess."
"A lot better now, though I bet?" Link asked.
"I guess," she said, shrugging and pouting.
"We'll see what else we can get into later," her uncle told her chuckling. "You didn't bring no clothes with you? Don't your maw let you have any?"
The girl shook her head no.
"She never really did before," Link said grinning. "But what the hell. I like you just as you are." He drank the last of his coffee.
"You reckon," he asked, "you could get me warmed up again?"
"I might," she answered softly.
"Let's see." He led her back into the other room. This time he took off his shirt and threw it in a corner and lay naked on the bed, his heavy, thick legs apart, his hands behind his bushy red head.
The naked girl sat on the edge of the bed and bent her blonde head down toward his thick prick. She lightly nipped at his thighs and stomach with her lips, letting her hands play over his sides and chest. Link grinned broadly.
"You're really good," he said. "You didn't learn all this from me, though. Somebody else been learning you, girl? Them big black bucks been teaching you tricks?"
She continued her caresses without answering.
"I think it just comes natural for you I guess," Link commented. " A born cocksucker."
The girl continued her nibbling, kissing, and caressing. The big man's penis remained flabby and soft. She took the big shaft between her teeth and bit down gently, running her tongue around and around and over the head of the rod, moving the foreskin back and forth.
"Keep at it, girl," he told her. "It might take a little work this time." He lay relaxed, eyes closed.
After a while the big penis started to harden in the girl's mouth. She gnawed gently and began sucking evenly. Suddenly, her uncle erupted weakly. His leg muscles jerked fitfully.
"Oh, man," he sighed. "That done me in."
The girl raised up her head and sat on the side of the bed, a pleased smile playing at the corners of her eyes.
Link noticed her self-satisfied expression. "You can't fool me, you like doing that, don't you?" he asked.
"Well," she answered slowly, "I guess so. I like to please a man."
Her uncle chuckled. "And you do know how, too," he said. "Play with your uncle's dick some more, go ahead..."
She reached down and grasped the limp, sticky penis in one hand and squeezed.
"You want me to perk it up again?" she asked, a faint trace of hopefulness in her tone.
Her uncle grinned crookedly, letting her stroke and play with it for a few minutes.
"I guess not right now," he said. "Not this quick. I'm used up for a bit. I'm going to rest awhile. If I go to sleep, you wake me if the hounds act up. I'll probably hear them, though. I'm a real light sleeper."
The naked girl got up and sat down in chair. Link sprawled on the bed, eyes closed.
She sat patiently in the chair for a long time, and then got up and went into the kitchen and searched among the groceries on the table. She found some bread and lunch meat and made herself a sandwich. The coffee was still warm and she drank a cup, and then went back to the other room.
The chair grew hard beneath her bare buttocks and she got up and sat on the edge
the bed for a while. Her uncle snored, his naked body relaxed in sleep.
After a while she lay down beside him on her stomach and dozed. She woke sometime later with a squeal and looked over her shoulder in sudden terror. Link had straddled her small shapely body and was ramming his big, thick penis into her soft rear, stretching her anus wide. He spread her thighs apart with his big hands and drove downward, spearing deeper into her guts.
"Oh! Oooof! Oh!" the naked girl grunted.
Link laughed.
"Hold still, girlie," he ordered, "just relax, while I do a little riding on you." He grasped the fleshy part of the back of her thighs and shoved her legs wide apart while he pumped up and down furiously inside the hot oven of her ass. The girl buried her red, tear-stained face in the ragged quilt and clenched her teeth.
The big redheaded man was several minutes in reaching a climax. He bounced up and down vigorously, crushing the small naked girl beneath him, shaking the iron bed. Presently, he reached a strong, gushing eruption and shuddered and then rolled off the girl lying weakly on the bed.
"Man," he said, "I'm about used up." The girl stood up beside the bed and painfully spread her legs apart. Her uncle grinned widely. "You look," he laughed, "like you didn't like that very much."
"Not too much," the girl admitted softly. She sat back down warily on the edge of the bed.
"Well," Link told her, "I'd rather have it the other way, myself. You're best at sucking, I'd say. We'll be trying some more of that again tonight, if I can work up enough steam. Reckon you can take good care of me?"
"I'll try," the girl answered softly.
"Sure you will," Link chuckled, "that way I can give a good report back to that big Negro that's renting you out. I'd hate to think what he'd do to you if he wasn't happy."
Link got up from the bed, and without bothering to put his clothes on, went into the other room. He nodded for his niece to follow him.
"I need something to eat," the big man said. Sitting at the table, he made a sandwich and wolfed it down, drinking a beer with it. The girl was allowed to make one for herself and ate. Link made a second sandwich and consumed it and finished the can of beer. He belched loudly and contentedly.
Going to the door, he threw several slices of bologna to the hound dogs outside.
It was getting dark and Link shut the door lighted a kerosene lamp and set it on the kitchen table. The rays from the lamp partially lit the other room. The big man went into the other room and lay down on the bed.
"Come here," he told the girl. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I remember," he said, "all them times I smeared jelly all over my prick and made you lick it off. You remember that?"
She nodded.
"Yep, I know you do. You sure did like that jelly. It was the only time I expect you got you have it too, wasn't it? Now I bet you just like to lick a man's prick plain though, don't need no jelly to get you licking now. You reckon you can get some life into it?" he asked.
"Maybe," she said shrugging and looking down at his limp, sticky member, which laid on his belly like a fat white worm.
"Well get to work then!" He put a hand on her head and shoved her face down toward his crotch.
The heavy, thick penis was soft and lifeless. The girl peeled back the slimy foreskin with her thumb and gently rubbed the exposed head of the big tool. Her uncle lay relaxed, legs apart.
With tongue out, she moved her head and lapped her tongue fully along the underside of the soft shaft and then closed her lips gently over the soft tissue under the head of the big rod. She shook her head slightly, shaking the prick back and forth while sucking and licking all over the head.
Her uncle grunted. "Oh yeah, you sure know your stuff. A born sucker, that's you. Oh! That's good," he said. "A little more of stuff like that and he'll come alive."
The girl closed her mouth over the head of the penis and lightly clamped her teeth down. She pulled her head back and forth, stretching the big shaft slightly, then releasing the tension, and then stretching it again. Her hands played over Link's scrotum and thighs, gently massaging the soft hairy flesh. The big man sighed contentedly.
The big rod thickened and hardened. The girl nipped and kissed at it with her full red lips. Her tongue darted out in lapping caresses. Her uncle moaned with pleasure. She closed her red lips over the throbbing head of the big penis and sucked hard and long, her tongue going from side to side across the sensitive nub.
"Hell's bells!" Link groaned. "Wow!" He gushed forth, filling her mouth and almost
choking her. The sticky eruption oozed down her chin. Weakly, Link grabbed her head and held her in place as the final drops of passion spewed forth. He quivered with excitement.
He held her for several minutes, listening to her swallowing his seed, while panting for breath, and then, when he was sure there was no more seed for her to suck out, he allowed her to get up.
"Man," he muttered, "that sure was something. Whee-ha! That weakens a man." He lay still a long time, his breath short and shallow. Presently, he slept.
The girl stretched out on the bed beside him. In a little while she too slept.
The rest of the week passed by for the girl in much the same manner.
Ace and Greenie were gone eight days. They arrived at noon on the ninth as Link and the girl were eating their midday meal. The hounds started barking and the girl quickly darted into the opening behind the boards in the closet as Link had trained her to do, but a
few seconds later Link pulled the boards back and beckoned her out.
"It's your pimp, Ace and his girl friend," he told her. "Come to take you home."
The big black man looked at the naked white girl and grinned, showing his white teeth. "You have a good time with your uncle?" he asked.
She looked fore lonely down at the floor and shrugged. Greenie laughed loudly.
"That little white bitch," she said, "can have a good time any place there's a stiff prick to get hold of. Don't even matter if it's a relative."
"We had us some fun," Link said. "You check back with me, Ace. I might want her back some time real soon." He reached in his pocket and took out some bills, passing two more twenties and another ten to Ace. The black man smiled.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll keep in touch. Let you know when you can have another family reunion. Let's go, little white bitch." The girl followed the two black people outside and then climbed into the trunk of the car when Ace pointed to her space on the old dirty blanket. When she was curled up inside, he slammed shut the lid.
The girl almost slept, but came fully awake when the car started bouncing as it went over the old road to Slateville. The car stopped and the lid was opened and she got out. Green was behind the steering wheel.
"I'll see you in a day or so," the golden tan woman told Ace. She put the old car in gear and drove away. The big black man led the naked white girl through the woods and up the rocky path to the shack. Ace's dog came growling out to me them and then turned and went back when he saw who it was.
The naked white girl sat down in one of the chairs on the small porch. Ace got himself beer and sat down beside her.
"You have a good time with your uncle?" he asked, grinning.
The girl shrugged. "It was all right," she said.
"Did he find," Ace asked, chuckling "that you're big enough now for a good fucking?"
"Yes, but he didn't want to fuck me much the regular way."
"Was it like you thought it would be?" the black man asked, teasing her.
The white girl nodded.
Ace laughed and finished the beer, throwing the empty away. "Maybe," he said, "you need some relief."
The white girl raised her shoulders, her blue eyes shining. The big black man laughed and handed her his pocketknife. "First you get the switching, then the fucking. Just get one," he told her.
The white girl left quickly and was back in a few minutes. Ace got up and went into the shack and slipped off his clothes. His big black penis was erect, ready.
"The ropes?" the girl asked.
"No," he told her. "You just lay down on the bed. Hold to the top bars if you want. I'll just give you a few quick ones. I don't need much perking up right now. I ain't poked you for a few days, and I'm hot for your white ass."
Eagerly, hot for his prick, she quickly lay face down on the bed and held onto the iron railing at the top. Her plump, rounded pink buttocks were invitingly ready for the kiss of the black man's switch.
The big black man raised the switch and brought it down in a cutting, slashing stroke across her buttocks. The pink form quivered and a low, pitiful moan escaped her lips. A burning welt appeared on the twin fleshy mounds.
Ace lifted the switch again and brought it down, etching another cruel welt on the white girl's tender pink flesh. The girl squealed and her breath gushed from her open wet lips and then sucked in and out through her teeth, hissing with pain, tears dropping onto the sweat-stained quilt.
For the third time, the big black man raised the switch and slashed down, bringing another fiery red stripe to the girl's buttocks. She cried out loudly this time and shuddered with pain.
Ace, completely aroused now by the sobbing, striped white girl, quickly threw down the switch and rolled her roughly over.
"Spread them legs white girl!" he barked. He straddled her as she quickly spread her white thighs wide apart for him, exposing her coral pink slit, glistening with wetness.
Despite the pain in her buttocks, she was highly excited and eagerly she reached down and guided his prick into her waiting wet slit. She moaned with pleasure as he sunk his ebony shaft inside her white belly and she lovingly wrapped her white arms and shapely pale legs around the big black man's hard-muscled body.
Ace gave a deep shove into her slick channel and the girl quivered and sighed with pleasure. He shoved again then again, and then again. He fucked her like that for several minutes, a hard brutal fucking that had the girl squealing and gasping beneath her black ravager. Suddenly, he stopped and pressed himself down on her. They lay motionless, the white girl jerking spastically with excitement.
The big black man started again, pulling back, driving down, pulling back, driving down. The bed rattled and shook. The white girl's heated body jerked with passion.
She let out a deep sobbing breath and moaned as she reached another shattering, all-consuming climax. Her hips jerked and bucked and her soft stomach quivered and rolled with passion.
Ace pounded up and down for several minutes, bringing her off again and again and then finally, he gushed loose in a hot flooding release. He clutched the white girl to him, his possession of her complete. They clung together in a fiery embrace.
After awhile, he rolled off her tiny exhausted white body and lay on his back on the bed.
"I needed that," he told her. "Them folks over at Postonville just want to play cards and drink beer. I've had no relief from my white slut since I been gone."
The white girl smiled dreamily. She reached down and grasped the big black penis, sticky with their mingled sweat and juices. Ace chuckled.
"You missed your black dick huh? I expect he's your best friend now, eh?" he asked. "Well, we'll just make up for lost time in the next few days. I'm gonna fuck you silly till you can't hardly walk. Then I just make take you over Spencerville. How would you like that?"
He saw the look of fear on the white girl's face, but she only nodded, lowering her heavy-lidded blue eyes. "It would be all right," the white girl said.
The black man laughed harshly.
"Go fetch me a beer," he told her.
Chapter Eleven
The girl and Ace were sitting on the small porch of the shack. The black man sipped on a beer. The late afternoon air was still and warm. The naked white girl yawned sleepily.
"What's the matter?" the black man asked her. "You sleepy?"
"A little," she said.
"You ought to take a nap," Ace told her, "cause I got some plans for you tonight. I'm going to take you over to Spencerville."
The white girl straightened up and frowned.
"Don't like that idea much, huh?" Ace asked. "Is that because you know you're going to get the hide whipped off you? Nothing being done to you that wasn't being done to my people by whites a few years ago. So I don't feel a bit sorry for you white girl. Just a little payback for all the black brothers and sisters. Nothin' that's gonna kill you, just punishment. Besides, your starting to like it I think. "
He took a deep drink of beer; "Tell you what," he went on, "you go an get
me some switches to take and then you can take a little nap. We don't want to get over there too early. The Brotherhood boys expect us around o'clock."
"You used a whip on me last time," the girl said with a whine in her voice.
"I know," he answered, "nothing that hurt you too bad, you lived through it. But I ain't cruel, an your too valuable to me to mark up permanent-like. At least for now, so tonight I'll probably rather use switches on your white ass. Go get us some." He handed her his knife. "Say about six, seven. Don't get me riled, and maybe that's all I'll use tonight on you."
The girl, looking nervous and timid, got up and left. The black man lit a cigarette and took a deep draw. He grinned, thinking of the punishment he planned to hand out to the hapless white girl he owned.
After a few minutes, the girl came back with seven hickory switches and lay them on the porch floor. Ace picked up the slender, tough, pliant limbs one by one and examined them. Most of them were cut the way he had taught her to cut them, as tall or taller than the little white girl-four and a half feet to five feet in length-except two, which were slightly shorter. The black man threw the two short ones off the porch.
"Not long enough, slut," he said. "I told you before how I want these cut! Unless you want that whip used on you, you do it right! Go an get me two more."
The girl left again and presently returned with two more switches and gave them to him. He took them from her, examining them carefully for weight, length and suppleness.
Suddenly, without warning, he brought one down in a harsh, savage slashing motion across the backs of the surprised white girl's thighs, bringing a shriek from her throat and laying a bright red welt on her soft white flesh. The welt appeared instantly as if by magic and stood out in contrast to her pale flesh, forming matching raised red lines on her tender pink skin.
"All right," he said grinning, "they'll do okay."
The naked white girl sat back down ruefully, rubbing her sore striped thighs and wiping away a tear from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"You going to rest?" The black man asked with a tease to his voice.
"I couldn't sleep, now," she said.
Ace laughed. "Got you worked up now. Got you thinking about what's coming to you. Damn," he said. "I never see anything like you. You're going to really be something when you get fully grown up. How old you think you are, anyway?"
"I don't know," the white girl whined, clearly distressed. "Maybe fourteen, maybe fifteen. I don't know!"
"Don't matter, you don't need to know. Them fellows at Spears," Ace said, "they thought you was a little young for rough treatment, I guess. We'll go back and show them some time. They sure do like you at Spencerville. They liked you a lot!"
The white girl smiled despite herself. "The people at Spencerville liked me?" she asked.
The black man chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "They probably thought at first you was too young also, but you showed them you could take it. First time most of 'em ever saw a naked white girl, let alone seeing one get whipped and then get screwed hard. Yeah," he agreed, "they liked you alright."
The white girl stared at him with misty blue eyes.
"Don't fret too much," he told her, laughing. "You scared you gonna get whipped and fucked too hard? I told you, you're too valuable to me to lose or have you get too marked up for now. So it won't be more than you can handle tonight. Tell you what," the black man said, chuckling "since your not going to take a nap, go get yourself a nice bath in the creek and wash yourself so you smell nice and clean for the boys. Do it now, before it gets dark."
"All right." The naked white girl nodded. She got up and went into the shack and got a piece of soap from the shelf behind the stove. She went out the door and down to the creek a short distance to the water hole, and bathed in the clear, cold water, rubbing her pink skin with the soap.
She came back to the shack and sat on the porch again, dripping water on the wooden floor and running her fingers through her long, wet blonde hair. The black man looked at her admiringly, well pleased with what he saw.
"You're a pretty healthy kid," he said. "And you sure are a looker. Never saw a prettier little white girl in my life. Still innocent-looking too. And nice and plump. Your skin is soft as butter, but it heals up nicely. I expect you still got quite a few good years left in you before that nice white skin starts showing the wear and tear. We'll give you a pretty good working over tonight."
The white girl looked up, her blue eyes large and fear-filled, she shivered visibly. Her young body was pink and glowing from the bath. Only a few faint switch marks remained on the girl's tender smooth skin from the last whipping he had given her. He noted with amusement, that even in her fear, her strawberry-colored nipples were erect and as hard as little pink pencil erasers with suppressed excitement.
It began to get dark around the shack. Ace got up. "I guess," he said, "we can get something to eat. Fix me a sandwich or two."
They went inside and the white girl made some sandwiches for Ace and they ate, Ace tossed her crusts, and hunks of his bread smeared with jelly. After the meal, they returned to the porch. Ace puffed on a cigarette. A bright, full moon had come up and its rays filtered down through the trees surrounding the shack.
After a while the black man stood up; "I guess we can go," Ace said. "Get the switches." She gathered up the switches and followed him through the shack and down the path through the woods. The moonlight played brightly over the pale white body of the naked girl in the dark woods, her perfect alabaster skin seemed to emit an eerie glow of its own.
They finally came to the edge of the woods and Ace made her stop and wait while he went into the empty coal mining town to look around. Presently he motioned for her to join him. She walked out hesitantly like a naked wood nymph into the bright moonlight and toward the car where the black man stood waiting, he already had the trunk open.
She put the switches in the trunk and started to get in.
"How long," she asked, timidly, "will it take to get there?"
"You really are in a hurry," Ace laughed. "It don't take long. Get your white ass in the trunk!"
She got in and the big man started to shut the lid.
"Ace?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"What the hell now?"
"Are you going to just whip me hard, and then let them all screw me, like before?"
"Yes," he answered impatiently. "Of course, what you think we going to do? Have a tea party? They want to watch a little white bitch get switched and then fuck her silly."
"Could you whip me easy," she asked, "at least at first, and then let them have me or whatever they want, and then whip me some more later? It would better, easier on me, I think, to stretch it out. I'll last longer that way."
"All right," Ace said, chuckling. "You worried about me wearing you out too fast? You still got a lot of use left in you, don't worry. But it's okay... We'll do your way." He shoved her in, pushed down on her blonde head, and slammed shut the lid before she could say anything more.
The old car rattled down the rutted road toward Fitchburg and then onto the smoother highway toward Spencerville. The white girl lay sweating and shivering with a cold fear in the trunk of the car, clutching the hickory switches that would be used to punish her shortly. The car made a few stops and then went over some more rough road and then stopped again. The engine was cut off.
Ace lifted the lid and motioned impatiently for her to get out. She climbed out and gathered up the switches They were in a dimly lit, oily-smelling garage-like room. Ace led the way through a door and down a dark hallway.
They went through another door into a brightly lighted, noisy, smoke-filled room. A dozen black people were sitting around the room, and the babble of voices died quickly to a brief silence when Ace came in with the naked white girl.
"Hey now," one man called. "He brought her back. The little piece of white whip-tail! Hot damn!"
There were seven men and five women in the room, reclining in heavy chairs or on two couches. Most of them had drinks of whiskey or beer. They all grinned at the white girl, even the women.
"Hey, girlie," one of the black women said, "you ready to get that little pink cunt of yours stretched out again tonight?" The others joined the woman in wild laughter.
"I want to hear her squall and howl again," one of the men said. "That's what I want. Old Ace can really make her scream, dance and sing."
At one end of the room was a raised wooden platform, built like the one at Spears,
about a foot high. On the platform was a wide, bed-like couch. Two steel rings had been
embedded in the platform's floor and two other rings were in the ceiling.
Ace guided the white girl to the platform and had her lay down the switches. He started her to lift her up on the platform.
"Hey, man," a tall, lanky black fellow in green overalls called, "why not pass that hot little piece of white ass around for a few minutes before you work on her. We'd like to get the feel of her, wouldn't we, men?"
There was a loud chorus of; "Yeah, man!" and; "That's right!"
Ace grinned and shoved the naked white girl toward the tall, lanky fellow. He took her by the arm with one hand and ran his other hand lewdly over her firm young alabaster breasts. He let his black hand slide boldly down her shapely white body and grasped her ripe, plump pubic mound. He rubbed her pink sex lewdly while the other blacks watched in anticipation. The girl's wispy blonde curly pubic hairs grew wet and sticky as he worked her, clinging to his fingers. The white girl stood passively, head down, blonde hair in her face, her breath becoming harsher, a soft pant coming from her lips.
"Watch it, Cal," one of the women said. "That little pink snatch will snap your fingers off."
"Come on, Cal," one of the other men said, "pass her along. Don't be hoggish. You can get back at her later. Right, Ace?"
"That's right," Ace said. "She's got enough white ass to go around for everybody."
The one called Cal reluctantly turned the white girl loose and another black man, this one short and fat, pulled her to him. He rubbed her milky breasts and let his dark ebony hands roam over the girl's pink firm body.
"Man, oh man," he said softly. "This is something else."
The white girl was passed from one black man to another. They pawed and fondled her with rough, excited hands, playing with her young, white body as if it was a new play toy. Several grasped her blonde curly mane, roughly tilting her head back till her ripe mouth opened in pain. Then they would forcefully thrust their tongues in her mouth, kissing her long and hard on her red moist lips. The girl meekly submitted to their feverish caresses. Every so often a squeal, cry or gasp would come from her as they rubbed, pinched squeezed and fondled her ripe white body.
The black women in the crowd watched their menfolk with wide grins and laughing comments.
"Don't eat her up, Joe," one black woman said to a short, stocky man who was kissing and sucking on the white girl's breasts. "She's the one who is supposed to do the eating."
"Let's get on with it, Ace," urged the one who had said he wanted to hear the white girl howl. "Let's get this show on the road. I'd like to hear her sing now myself."
"Yeah," one black woman agreed. "Let's get on with it. They can play around some more later."
Ace took the white girl by the arm and led her to the platform and helped her up. He bent down and fastened her ankles to the two rings in the floor, using short lengths of rope. She lifted her arms passively for him when he told her to, and he stood on a chair
and tied her wrists to the rings in the ceiling. The room full of black people grinned and stared at her.
Her pale young breasts were raised high, her firm-fleshed legs and thighs spread wide, her round arms up and apart. The light played over the girl's smooth pink flesh, beads of sweat beginning to form on her skin. She whined and tossed her blonde curls out of her eyes and looked out at the group of black people. Her eyes were bright, her red lips moist with fear and excitement.
"That's really nice," one of the black men said, almost in a whisper. "Real, real nice."
"She's ready... Let her have it," another said.
"Pour it on her Ace. Let's hear the white bitch squeal."
"Give it to her," one of the bigger black women urged. "Beat that white girl!"
Ace bent down and picked up one of the switches. He stepped to one side and without even a moment's hesitation or preparation, he swung the thick, tough switch in a powerful stroke, almost wrapping it around the naked girl's hips.
There was a momentary pause before the pitiful white girl responded to the sheer outrage of the act. The pain sensors in her brain seemed to take a few seconds before they registered the fiery pain and when they did, she reacted immediately. She threw her blonde head far back and screamed out wildly in a blood-curdling wail of agony. The group of black people burst into excited cheers, whoops, and comments. The black women laughed loudly and called out encouragement to Ace. The men grinned and raised their fists in the air in approval.
Ace swung the switch powerfully again, this time across the white girl's soft, meaty buttocks. She shoved her wide hips forward toward the group in front of platform as another shrill cry of pain burst from her throat. A raised, bright red welt appeared across the twin pouting mounds of her shapely rear.
"You're doing fine, Ace," the one named Cal said. "You're doing just fine! Make her really sing out!"
Ace, encouraged by the cheers and pleased reactions of his black brothers and sisters, stepped to the right side of the white girl and in quick, slashing strokes whipped her right side from her armpit down her soft curvy side to her hips. The white girl's screams now increased as Ace continued his assault, his punishing strokes coming with rapid and ever increasing force. He poured out a litany of abuse on her soft pink flesh and she reacted, screaming like a young banshee she jerked and quivered at the ends of the ropes. She tried to raise her legs but the ankle ropes held her firm and the muscles of her thighs and calves stood out sharply. On the last cutting slash, the switch broke in two.
"That's the way!" one of the women yelled. "Give it to her good! Beat that white trash!"
Ace picked up a fresh switch, swung it through the air, and brought it down across the white girl's lower stomach. She howled like an animal in pain and threw herself from side to side. The big black man swung the switch again, and once again brought it down on the tender flesh of her lower stomach. A shrill, animal-like howl of agony tore from the girl's straining throat.
Ace threw down the switch and stepped off of the platform and sat down on one of the couches beside the tall fellow named Cal. One of the black women passed Ace a cold bottle of beer to quench his thirst.
"She sure is something," Cal said to Ace, staring excitedly at the welted naked white girl on the platform. "Where in hell did you get her?"
"Now, now friend," Ace told him evenly. "Don't get nosey. All that matters is I've got her. Okay?"
"Yeah," one of the women said. "Just stick to your own business. That's the way it is in this organization."
"All right, all right," Cal said hastily. He shrugged and took another drink from his glass.
"It amazes me," said the short, stocky black man who had kissed and sucked the white girl's breasts before the whipping, "how she can even take it. You about through with her?"
"Hell, no," Ace said harshly. "Why, we ain't hardly even started yet. She can take plenty more, can't you, girl? I said... can't you white girl?"
The white girl looked up miserably at Ace, saw the look on his face, and nodded, shaking her head to clear the tears from her crying blue eyes.
"I thought," Ace told the short fellow, "we ought to rest a while in case some of you guys wanted to have a little fun with her before we continued. We got all night and she can take a helluva lot more yet. Any of you-"
"Hell, yeah," Cal interrupted, "let me have her, I want some of that white meat!"
"Take it easy," Ace told him, laughing. "You can have her first." He stepped to the platform and untied the white girl's feet and then her hands. She leaned her glistening, sweat-covered and red-welted body against him briefly.
The lanky black man named Cal had shed his overalls and bounded naked onto the p1atform. He roughly shoved the white girl toward the bed.
"Get on that bed bitch!"
"Old Cal," one of the black women said, "is really hungry for her. He acts like he's going to eat her up."
"Save some white pussy for the rest of us," one of the men yelled.
Cal dropped heavily on top of the white girl and roughly shoved her welted thighs apart.
She reached down the way Ace had trained her, and rubbed the fat purple head in her pink slit, lubing him with her juices and helped him start his penis inside of her. The other watching black people saw her actions and yelled and laughed.
"Look at that little white slut. She sure wants some of that black meat," the short, stocky black man chuckled. "Give her a damn good ride, Cal."
The white girl again responded to Ace's training of her and laid back, raising up her knees and curling her shapely legs and thighs around the tall black man on top of her. She put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him as if she loved him. Cal drove down and pulled back drove down and pulled back-and repeated the action a half dozen more times, then shivered all over. A disappointed frown clouded his black face.
"Hell's fire," one of the women cackled "He done got his gun. He cum before he was ready!" The room filled with derisive laughter
A broad-shouldered, tall black man slipped off his pants and stepped on the platform.
He said; "How about you getting the fuck out of the way, Cal, and let me show you how to give this little white kid a real fucking."
Cal sheepishly stepped off the platform and put on his overalls.
The tall, broad-shouldered fellow eased down onto the white girl. Again, she helped guide the man's big black prick into her waiting pink cunthole. Again, she curled her white legs around the black man's hips, squeezing them with her soft velvety thighs and put her arms around the black man's shoulders.
The big fellow thrust deeply inside the petite white girl, bringing a gasp from her open red lips as he moved up and down in slow, easy motions. Gradually the white girl responded more and more to his easy fucking of her white body, humping her hips and clutching him tighter. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly with pleasure.
"She loves that black tool," one of the men said, giggling.
"Drew's got one like a stud horse," another woman said admiringly.
The white girl groaned and whimpered and then clung desperately to the big man shivering. Her pale hips and legs jerked and quivered.
"He done brought her forth," one of the cruel black women chuckled. "He done broke her pussy loose."
Still, the big man moved up and down in sure, easy, measured strokes. The white girl
moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, she squealed with delight and shivered violently, her back arching upward off of the couch, her body throwing itself against the black man on top of her.
"He brought her around again," one of the men marveled. "How about that?"
Ace watched, a wide grin covering his face. The big black man on top of the little white girl slammed downward and then stopped. He crushed the white girl's small frame to him as he reached a tremendous, overpowering explosion of passion. He shook all over and then relaxed on top of the girl. Presently, he got up weakly and stepped off the platform.
"Hell's fire, Drew!" one of the other black men told him. "You really did give her a damn good fucking, you really did." The tall black man collapsed into a chair and reached for a beer.
The white girl lay exhausted on the couch on the platform. But only for a few seconds.
The fellow who had been anxious to see white girl whipped, tore off his pants and bound up on the stage. A thin, wiry man, with a thin, knife-like black prick flung himself on top of the white girl and entered her crudely and without any help. He bounced up and down, and in and out of the white girl's sticky pink snatch.
"Watch him," a black woman said. "He's going do just like Cal. Take it easy, Tom," she called out to him. "You'll get done before you even get started." The others laughed.
The one called Tom continued his frantic bouncing up and down on top of the white girl, not hearing the others. He came to a quick climax and he lay exhausted on top of the small girl for several minutes before getting up
The short, stocky black man who had kissed the white girl's breasts before she was whipped, now jumped up on the platform. His short, stubby penis was proudly erect. One of the black women laughed.
"Hell, Globe," she said, "you ain't got one big enough to even get inside of her. Just put it in her navel and let her jiggle you off." The group howled with laughter. Globe glared at the woman and got on top of the white girl.
She reached down and helped him get his short penis started inside of her snatch and then shoved her hips upward to help him in his thrust downward. Only a few strokes were
needed for him to reach a quick eruption in her white belly and he stepped shakily off the platform, breathing weakly.
"You sure didn't do her any good," Tom said to Globe.
"Hell," the short fellow replied, "you didn't either."
"I think," one of the women said laughing, "Drew has drained her little pussy dry."
The next black man who fucked the little white girl was also short and fat and he finished almost as quickly as Globe. The others laughed at his fast finish.
"Hey, Sam," one of the women said, "you got to learn to control yourself. You got to learn to hold back as long as you can."
"Dammit," Sam answered her, "I did hold back as long as I could."
"I guess," one of the black woman commented, "that little slutty white girl has got a hot firebox between her legs, because she can really light their fuses."
"Naw, they just get excited getting to fuck a little white girl for once, and seeing her get whipped first makes them really hot for her white ass!" Another black woman snapped.
A tall, lean young black man, not much older than the white girl, stepped up next on the stand. He grinned nervously.
"Go on, Herman," Drew told him. "Give her a good ride. Give her a real good one."
The young man eased down on top of the white girl. She grasped his long, thin black prick in her little white fist, rubbed it in her dripping slit and then directed it inside her pink tunnel. The young man quickly lowered his hip, spearing deep inside her belly and she slipped her legs up and around him.
"Ride her, Herman," one of the black women called out.
Herman pushed down and pulled up, pushed down and pulled up. The white girl put her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself upward to meet his hard fucking motions. She wiggled her shapely hips slightly from side to side as she thrust them up and down, putting some extra sex-motion into her slippery sexhole.
The young black man suddenly pumped away furiously then let out a deep, grumbling groan. He shuddered and came to a gushing climax. He fell heavily on top of the white girl, spent.
"That's the way, boy," Drew told him. "That's the way."
Herman eased himself off the girl slowly and left the platform.
The last black man was a heavy, hairy fellow with a thick, rock-hard penis. He grinned down lewdly at the naked white girl.
Cal called to him. "Let's see what you can do, Happy. Let's see if you can get a rise out of her."
Happy eased his heavy frame down on top of the girl. He entered her easily despite his immense penis size, the previous fuckings had loosened up her pussyhole and he quickly drove down deep, spearing high up into her womb.
Even so, as his long, thick purple shaft slid in deeper and deeper, the white girl began to squeal and grunt loudly at the quick, sudden pressure on her slick pussy walls. The watching people laughed.
Happy moved up and down in sure, experienced strokes, forcing the gasping whining white girl's pussy into submission, her pussy walls expanding wider as he roughly stroked in and out of her belly. The white girl tightened her legs and arms around him and gradually responded to his steady, deep drives into her womb. She began to enjoy the big ebony shaft moving inside her as her sexhole opened up to his invasion. She shivered with delight, mewling like a kitten, a low moan bubbling from between her full wet lips.
"That's the way," one of the black women said laughing. "You're bringing her around, Happy. She's about to make it!"
The man continued his steady strokes. One hand was moving under the girl's soft buttocks, pulling her savagely upward to meet his fucking motions, forcing her to accept his cock even deeper inside her straining pussyhole. He squeezed her fleshy white ass roughly with his big black hand, mashing and kneading her assflesh. Then his thumb forced itself between the split moons of her asscheeks and rubbed deep into her moist crack till he found her tight puckered asshole. He pushed it crudely inside, making her groan. She wriggled in protest, but he only laughed and forced his big thumb in even further, fucking it in and out of her tight tender asshole. The other hand grasped one of her fat white breasts, his thumb and fingers pinching and squeezing the erect red nipple.
The white girl groaned with passion, submitting completely to his relentless ravaging of her defenseless womb as she flooded out suddenly in a powerful orgasmic release.
Happy almost immediately reached a climax at the same time, thrusting deep inside her belly, his jerking, spasming black weapon jetting streams of seed into her womb while he held himself still, emptying his black balls completely. Then he collapsed and fell on top of the ravaged, exhausted white girl, breathing heavily.
Cries of approval filled the room. Happy left the platform and sat down beside Ace on one the couches. The white girl lay on the low bed, completely exhausted, her legs and arms flung wide apart, her breathing short, her eyes closed.
"What about you?" Happy asked Ace. "You going to have a turn at her?"
"Not now," Ace told him chuckling. "Maybe later. Besides, I can get me some of that sweet white stuff whenever I want to." He got up on the platform and taking a big handful of her blonde curly hair, he pulled the white girl roughly to her feet, listening to her squeal in protest.
"You ready for some more switching little slut?" he asked. The girl wearily nodded her head, tears immediately beginning to spill down her face again.
"Yeah," said Tom, the one who had been in a hurry to see her whipped before. "Warm her little white ass up again. She's probably got cooled off by now."
"Don't worry," one of the women said. "He'll warm her up. Give it to her good, Ace."
Ace led the white girl back to the center of the platform and again tied her ankles, after kicking her legs apart till her thighs were spread wide, and then, once secured, he tied her hands to the ropes from the rings overhead.
"You ready?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Answer me, slut!" He ordered. "Tell me you want to be whipped by me."
"I want to be whipped," the white girl said, her voice low but distinct. "I want to be whipped by you Ace."
They all laughed.
"She really does," Ace told them. "I trained her to get off on it. She hated it at first, but now, she can't help it, she likes it. You like a good whipping every now and then, don't you, white girl?"
"Yes," she answered meekly.
"And she don't mind that screwing either," Drew commented.
"That's for sure," one of the women said. "I think as long as it's a big black dick she's happy!"
Ace swung the switch through the air and brought it slashing down on the backs of the white girl's legs, just below her meaty buttocks. She squealed loudly in pain and jerked her hips from front to back.
The big black man raised the switch again and brought it down, just below the first stroke, adding a second welt to the backs of her soft, white thighs. The girl cried out sharply and tossed her head from side to side to clear away the tears blinding her blue eyes.
The watching men and women grinned happily.
"Make her really sing out," the young man named Herman urged Ace. "Use her just like the Slavemasters did our people! Stripe her up good!"
Ace didn't need any urging. He raised the switch and slashed down across the white girl's rounded shoulders, just below her blonde curls. She howled with pain and threw her body from side to side at the end of the ropes. The muscles of her legs, thighs and stomach knotted in a straining pull at the ropes that held her ankles. Sweat beaded up on her skin and ran in rivers down her gleaming white skin.
Again the switch cracked down across her back and she howled again in agonized torment, her voice reaching new levels of pitch and volume. Her naked body quivered and jerked. Tears poured continuously down her cheeks and joined the sweat streaming from her face, shoulders breasts, thighs armpits and ass. The salty liquid burned into the welts on her pain-racked white form.
"Hey, now," yelled Happy, the heavy, hairy man. "She really can sing out loud and pretty, can't she?"
Ace swung the switch and brought it down across one well-rounded hip already laced with burning welts. The girl screamed and twisted. The black people laughed.
Ace stripped and cross-stripped the twisting, jerking white body. He whipped her methodically like an artist painting a canvas, except his painting was done by laying stark red welts on the velvety soft white flesh of a young helpless white female. Before long, he had her striped like a zebra, a red welt laid in slash marks all over her body. He spared no spot on the pitiful white girl, laying stripes on her tender inner thighs, on the insides of her arms, her armpits, neck, even the delicate dripping folds of her sensitive pink pussy.
The girl's cries grew louder and louder, the wailing shrieks becoming more high-pitched, reaching peaks of hysteria as the pain went into the extremes. Then gradually her shrieks and screams got weaker and weaker, until she no longer flung at the ends of the ropes, only jerking and quivering, choking, broken sobs bubbling from her dry, raw throat.
Ace finally tossed the switch down and left the platform to sit on a couch. Slowly, he sipped on a cool, refreshing beer. The one called Globe sat beside him, staring wide-eyed at the welted white figure jerking and quivering with agony on the platform.
"We'll let her rest a few minutes," Ace said chuckling, "get her voice back, and then see what we can get into."
"Damn," Globe mumbled, "ain't she had enough? Looks to me like she's done had it!"
Ace laughed; "You don't know nothing about that girl," he said. "Let me worry about how much she can take. I've beat her this bad before when I trained her. She's good for a lot more yet."
He stepped back up on the platform and grasped the girl's blonde curls in one hand, twisting her hair till she squealed and moaned, pulling her tear-stained face up so he could look at her.
"You can take a lot more yet, can't you. kid?" he asked, his voice low with menace. "Say it, tell everyone you want more!"
"Y-yes," she sobbed weakly, her voice husky and low, raw from her screams and shrieks.
"And you want some more, don't you?" Ace asked meaningfully.
"Y-yes," she answered. Sobs racked her pitiful, welted white body and tears dripped down her face. She gleamed in the bright overhead lights from the sheen of sweat coating her white skin. Ace laughed and went back to the couch and sat sipping on his beer.
One of the black women laughed loudly. "You sure put on a good show, Ace," she said. "Cal sitting over there almost got his gun just watching you beat that white bitch silly. I thought he was going to cum all over the place."
"Why don't you go to hell!" Cal muttered. The group sat watching the white girl for several minutes. Presently, she stopped quivering and shaking so violently and her sobs and cries lessened. She hung limply at the end of the ropes, head bowed in submission.
Ace stood up.
"I guess," he said, "she can accommodate you fellows some more. Then we'll let her feel the switches again. Right now, let's see what she can do." He stepped up on the platform and untied the white girl.
"Hands and knees!" He ordered her and let her go. She sank weakly onto her hands and knees.
Ace motioned for Drew. The tall, broad-shouldered black man, who still had his pants off, stepped up on the platform.
"Let her give you a good sucking," Ace said, pushing Drew towards the girl. "She's good at sucking cock, her uncle started her when she was just a kid."
Drew stepped up and his penis rubbed against the white girl's sobbing face. She raised her head and reached her arms around the tall black man, pulling him toward her.
"Go at it, kid," one of the black women laughed. "Suck that black dick! Eat him up!"
The white girl took the big black prick into her mouth and closed her full red lips gently over the sensitive, nerve-packed head. Drew grunted. She moved her jaws back and forth, gently sucking the head of the black prick between her pouting lips. Her tongue lapped hungrily over and around the head of the ebony shaft.
Drew tensed and then gushed forth, his white seed jetting fully into her mouth as she swallowed quickly to keep from choking, tiny silvery streams oozed from the corners of the white girl's mouth. The other people howled with laughter.
"Drew came quick that time," Happy yelled. "She sure loves sucking on black cock. Sucks it like a baby on her momma's titty sucking out milk! She really pulled his plug for him then!"
Drew left the platform and the girl leaned exhaustedly back against the low bed, wiping the sticky goo from her face.
Globe jumped up on the platform, his stubby penis erect and hard. He sat down on the couch and moved the white girl's head in between his legs, grasping the sides of her head roughly with his hands. "Suck me good white bitch. And you can give my belly and balls a nice rub while you do. I like a nice belly rub while I'm getting my dick sucked on."
She reached up and rubbed the sweaty black folds of fat and flesh hanging from his belly for several minutes while she enveloped his stubby black cock with her mouth and lips. She lapped it all over with her tongue, sucking energetically, her blonde head bobbing with a slow, easy rhythm for long minutes. Then she reached under his flabby ass and fingered inside the crack of his black buttocks massaging the underside of his prick and licking his black scrotum. She sucked his stubby cock back into her full lips again and sucked it all the way in as Globe quivered. The others laughed at his excitement.
The white girl closed her red lips over the ebony penis and pushed her head downward, driving the short black rod deep into her mouth. She moved her head, her cheeks hollowing in and out, in and out, and slurped gently at the hard shaft.
The fat man gave a hissing grunt and sprayed forth a thick eruption. The girl swallowed it down, licked his groin clean, and finally pulled her face away, wiping her chin.
Globe leaned back on the couch, his arms dangling limply at his sides.
The tall fellow named Cal was standing at the side of the platform.
"Get out of the way, Globe," he said. "I'd like to see what she can do for me."
"Better watch it, Cal," the young man named Herman said. "You'll pop your gun before she can touch you. You're too quick with that prick."
Howls of laughter followed the comment.
Globe got down from the couch and Cal leaped up and sat down in front of the white girl. He rammed his big black penis toward her tear-stained face and obediently she opened her mouth to receive it.
She opened and closed her lips in a series of rapid, fluttering movements, biting down gently on the hard black root, when it was fully in her mouth and throat, then easing up and pulling her head back, lapping over the purple-black head, then plunging her lips down the ebony shaft to envelope the full length of him once more to the root. At the same time her little white hands played over his dark thighs, legs and scrotum. Cal took a deep breath and grinned widely.
"She sure knows the tricks," Drew said to Ace.
Ace chuckled. "Yeah," he agreed. "She knows 'em all right. Started sucking cocks when she was almost still in her playpen. She started out on her own kin. Been sucking dick most of her life."
The white girl let her lips close down firmly behind the head of the big black penis and then sucked and bobbed her blonde head back and forth, pulling and stretching the black tool. Cal gave a sudden gasp and reached a gushing climax. His black stomach and chest jerked with passion as he emptied his black balls in the white girl's sucking mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed down his thick gobs of seed. The white girl sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, licking her fingers and hand clean of the sperm. A small, pleased smile curled the corners of her full red lips.
Cal stepped weakly from the platform and reached for his overalls. "I have to go," he said. "I've had enough. Besides, I got to work tomorrow."
"Today, you mean," Tom told him. The short, fat black man named Sam had already
dozed off, slumping down in one of the chairs.
"Me and Happy have to go, too," one of the black women said. "He's had enough excitement for one night."
"You bring her back real soon," Happy told Ace.
"I sure will," Ace said.
"Me and Ann have to go, too," Globe said. "We're riding with Happy and Jo. You bring her back soon."
"I will," Ace said again. "Don't worry, she'll be back soon."
One of the black women was shaking Sam awake. "Come on," she said. "We might as well leave, too. It's getting late." Sam got up and sleepily put on his pants.
The three couples followed Cal out.
"It ain't so awful late," Tom said. "We got time for a little more action, ain't we?"
"Whatever you say," Ace answered. "We're in no hurry."
One of the two women that were left, handed Ace another bottle of beer.
"Why not whip her little white ass some more?" she said. "I really kind of like that."
"Yeah," Tom urged. "She looks like she can handle more switching. She's stopped bawling and she's got her breath back."
Ace took a deep drink of his beer and set the bottle down and got back on the platform.
"You ready for some more little slut?" he asked the white girl.
"Y-yes," she answered, but her blue eyes were wide and filled with dread.
"Come here, Herman and Drew," Ace said. The other two black men got up on the platform. "I'm going to whip her upside down. She can't-"
"Oh no! No, Ace, please!" the white girl begged. "Not that way. Oh, no! Oh! Oh, please-"
"Shut up, slut!" Ace ordered. "Like I was saying, she can't take much of this kind of whipping, but I'll give her some. Hold her upside down."
Herman took the white girl's right leg and Drew took the left. She began to quiver and shake, but she made no resistance other than a soft whining of fear as they lifted her up while Ace tied her trim ankles to the ropes hanging from the rings in the ceiling. The spanse of the ropes stretched her legs wide apart, opening her fleshy thighs wide and revealing the glistening pink jewel of her little pink snatch. Bending, he quickly tied her wrists to the rings in the floor.
The white girl sobbed, hanging upside down at the ends of the ropes. Ace picked up a switch and brought it swishing down between her out-stretched white legs, cutting across the tender fat pubes and the insides of her thighs.
"Ohh!" the naked girl shrieked and moaned. Her welted body jerked and twisted.
The switch came down again and the girl howled with torment. The black people watched, wide-eyed, fascinated. They were momentarily silent.
Ace began to lay a pattern on her inner thighs, switching her sensitive inner thighs while the girl's screams turned into hysterical wails of agony. He continued this until her inner thighs were well-covered in raised angry red welts.
Then Ace swung the switch again, right down between the valley of her red welted thighs. The switch lashed right into her glistening pink sex and an animal-like howl spilled from the mewling, bubbling girl's lips.
The white girl jerked and twisted and turned, upside down and in agony at the ends of the ropes, choking, grunting moans bubbling from her screaming throat. Ace gave her three more cruel switches on her open defenseless sex, listening to her hysterical shrieks. Then, finally satisfied, he threw down the switch.
While Drew and Herman held her legs up and apart, he untied the still weeping and wailing white girl and picking her up, he let her lay down on the couch. She lay with arms and legs flung wide apart in agony, her welted body jerking, her breath short and rapid. Her broken sobs filled the room.
Drew, looked excitedly down on the brutalized white girl and rubbed his erect black prick. Her pain-filled shrieks, sight of her upside down, getting her little pink pussy whipped had excited him into hardness once more. Ignoring her pitiful weeping and moans of pain, he eased himself right down on top of her and inserted his long black penis into her bruised sex-opening. The girl gasped and squealed with pain but lay still, too exhausted to even respond to her training and put her arms and legs around him.
Drew pumped up and down leisurely. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He used her beaten white body for several minutes, enjoying her shivering sobbing beneath his humping black hips. Without holding back, he reached a savage climax, cumming deep up inside her white belly and got off the girl.
Ace looked at Herman and Tom. "Want another go? She's good for a few more rides."
"I've had enough," the younger man said. "I'm shot."
"Me, too," Tom said, grinning. "I couldn't do nothing."
Ace sat down and finished his beer. The white girl lay on the couch, breathing heavily, her welted body quivering, jerking every so often with twitching spasms.
"She looks like she's had it," Drew said.
Ace laughed. "She'll be good as new in a few days," he said. "She can take it." He got up. "I guess we better go, though, before it gets daylight. But we'll come back some time real soon."
"You be sure to," Tom urged. The others grinned.
"Yeah! Soon!" one of the women said.
Ace stepped up on the platform and helped the little whipped white girl to her feet. Weakly, she leaned against him, hardly able to stand as he led her from the room. She walked spraddle-legged down the hallway, and to the car in the garage. The black man had to lift her into the trunk. She lay down and he slammed closed the lid.
She barely even knew it when the car stopped at the deserted coal mining town. A bright moon lit the dusty street and the crumbling houses.
The big black man looked at her and could see right away she was in no condition to walk, so he reached in and lifted her out of the car trunk. Small as she was, she was not even a burden to the powerful black man and he tossed her like a sack over his broad muscular shoulder. He carried her up the path through the woods and into the small shack. He tossed her down on the bed and stretched her red-welted body out before stripping off his own clothes and laying down beside her.
She stirred restlessly and pressed up close against him. One pale arm slipped around his shoulders; a shapely, welted white thigh lifted and lay across the black man's side.
