Chapter 11
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.
"Oh no! Please, Ace!" the girl pleaded. "Please don't! Please! Don't!"
"Give it to her!" one of the women called.
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.
The two slept.