Chapter 1
"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.