Chapter 9
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.