Chapter 6
Ace had been gone since early morning. The white girl lay on the bed, hoping he would get back soon. It was well past noon and outside the shack the summer air was quite warm, humid, and quiet. The dog lay drowsing beneath the shack, trying to stay out of the day's heat.
The girl stretched her naked body lazily. She wondered where Ace had gone. She wondered what special thing he had planned for her now.
Just then the dog moved from beneath the shack, a low growl rumbling from its throat. The girl sat up on the bed, waiting to see what had disturbed the animal. In a few minutes the dog returned to its resting place beneath the small building and lay down in the dust. A few minutes later, Ace came into the shack. The girl got up from the bed.
The big Negro opened himself a can of beer and sat down at the table.
"Fix me something to eat," he gruffly ordered the girl. She made a couple of sandwiches and sat down with him while he ate.
After eating, he gave her, her scraps and went out on the porch and sat smoking a cigarette. In a little while the naked white girl came out and sat in the other chair. The black man looked admiringly at her smooth white body.
"Them last welts are almost gone," he said. "You look like you ain't never even had a whipping from me, you're overdue."
She glanced nervously down at her pink, firm flesh.
"Well," Ace said grunting, "we're going to go somewhere tonight and it might be you'll look a little different tomorrow. I don't know what this fellow's got in mind. He lives over near Carleton and he's got more money than he knows what to do with. He don't know nothing about me except my name and you be sure it stays that way, you understand me, white bitch?"
The white girl nodded quickly. Her blue eyes wide with fear at the tone of his voice and the meaning of his words. The black man noticed her fearful, rapt expression and grinned.
"You're really looking forward to a good whipping, ain't you?"
"It's been a while," the girl said softly.
"Now, I don't know that's what Spear has in mind," Ace said. "I been to his place a couple of times and he does what he wants to do. We'll just wait and see." He flipped his cigarette over the porch rail into the creek that flowed by the shack.
"When will we go?" the girl asked.
"Don't get in too big a hurry to get your whipping," the black man told her laughing. "We don't want to get there until maybe ten tonight. We won't go 'til dark, I guess. I borrowed Greenie's car again." He looked at the naked white girl and grinned. "Damn if I ever saw anything like you. In a hurry to get worked over? Or are you afraid?"
The blonde girl shrugged and hung her head. "Sorta afraid... but... it sorta perks me up, too, like you said."
The black man chuckled, "Me and Old Dude perked you up that night, didn't we? We wore out five switches on you and screwed you almost all night long." He chuckled at the memory. "Old Dude was done in for two, three days. And as I remember, you couldn't even walk right. Now get me a beer."
The girl brought the can of beer and sat down again.
"You know," Ace went on, "I'd like to see Old Dude and Stoney come back for a couple of days. I bet we all three could really have a wild time. How would you like that?"
"It would be all right," the girl whispered.
Ace finished his beer and got up.
"I'm going to lie down a while," he told the girl. "Wash yourself good in the stream and we'll leave about dark." He went into the shack and stretched out on the bed. Presently his snores filled the small house. The white girl waited patiently.
It was dusk when Ace woke. After he had eaten a sandwich, and fed her his leftovers, the Negro motioned for the white girl to follow him and they went down the path to Slateville. The woods were cool and still. The naked blonde girl trailed obediently after the black man, her eyes glowing with fear and anticipation.
They stopped at the edge of the woods and Ace went into the deserted mining town and looked around cautiously. Then he motioned the white girl to come on and helped her into the trunk of Greenie's car and closed the lid. She lay curled up in the trunk as the old car bounced roughly along the rutted road toward the main highway. Presently the ride was smoother and the car purred along evenly.
There were stops and starts and then the car halted and the engine was turned off. Ace opened the trunk and motioned her out.
They were in a windowless garage dimly lighted by a single bulb. At first she thought they were back at that place at Spencerville but then noticed things were different. Ace took her by the arm and guided her toward a door at one side of the garage.
They came into a dimly lighted hall and Ace led her down the hall through another door and into a large, brightly lighted room. The floor of the room was covered with a deep, bright green carpet. Heavy green drapes covered the walls, even covering the door through which they had just come. Couches and chairs sat around the room and at one end was a table on which were bottles of whiskey and beer.
A tall, muscular man, completely naked, was pouring himself a drink from one of the bottles. A thin scar ran from the edge of his gray, short-clipped hair down the side of his face to his chin line.
Another white man, also naked, stood near the table, drinking from a glass. A short, hairy man, he had a sharp hooked nose and round, black eyes.
Seated in one of the chairs, drinking a beer, was a huge, brown-skinned Negro. He, too, was naked. He grinned at the white girl with Ace.
Two other white girls, also naked, stood at one end of the table. One had flaming red hair and greenish eyes. Around twenty to twenty-five years old, she had high, firm breasts and full rounded hips. Her green eyes smiled at Ace's girl.
The other girl was black-headed, a little short, and about the same age as the redhead. Her dark brown eyes were slightly troubled as she glanced at Ace and the young girl with him.
The tall man with the scar walked toward Ace.
"Say," he said, "that's all right." He nodded toward the girl. "A little young, though, isn't she?"
"Big enough, old enough, Spear," Ace told him.
"I guess so," Spear agreed. He waved his hand toward the other Negro man. "You know Turk," he said, "and Ben." He motioned toward the short, hairy man. "You want a drink?"
"I'll take a beer," Ace said. Ben opened a bottle and passed it to Ace.
"We might as well get started," Spear said. "I know the girls are anxious." He grinned maliciously. "By the way," he said to Ace, "the redhead is Krystal and the other is Venus. What's her name?" and he nodded toward Ace's girl.
"She don't have a name, and she don't need a name," Ace said. "We get by without one."
"All right with me," Spear said, grinning. "Whatever you say. But let's get started. Come here, girls." He lined the three naked girls up in front of the table. Ace sat down on one of the couches.
"You don't need to be told what you're here for," Spear said to the girls. "You're here to give us whatever pleasure we want from you. But it's more fun sometimes if we just pick out one girl, and give her the full treatment." He turned to the other men. "That suit you all?"
"Be all right," Turk said. Ben and Ace nodded.
"Well," Spear went on, "here's what we'll do. We'll let you girls draw cards. The high one will be the winner and will get all our attention this evening." He grinned at the three naked girls. Taking a deck of cards from the drawer in the table, he shuffled them a few times and spread them out face down on the table.
"Pick one and turn it up," he told Ace's girl. She reached out and took a card and turned it over. A seven of clubs. "All right," Spear told Venus, the black-haired girl. She turned over a card.
The six of hearts. She gave a sigh of relief.
"Your girl is it so far," Spear told Ace. He motioned for Krystal, the redhead, to pick a card. Slowly she reached out and selected one and turned it face up.
The ten of clubs.
"Looks like you win, Krystal," Spear told her. The girl buried her face in her hands, a shudder shaking her naked form. "You other two go sit down," Spear told Venus and Ace's girl, motioning toward a couch. They obeyed.
"I sure was glad to lose," Venue whispered. "If they used all three of us it wouldn't be so bad. Krystal is really in for it."
Ace stepped to one side of the room and slipped off his clothes and threw them on a chair.
The red-headed girl still stood by the table. Spear pulled back the drapes at one end of the room to reveal a low state, about a foot in height and with two heavy rings in its floor. Directly overhead in the ceiling were two more steel rings. Spear motioned to Krystal.
"Come here, Krystal, baby," he grinned. "Let's see about warming you up a little." The red-haired girl walked slowly toward him.
"Spear," she began, her voice quivering.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Resignedly she stepped up on the low platform. Spear laughed. He ran his hand over the young woman's full breasts and stomach and hips.
"We'll just touch you up a bit," he said. "Help me secure her, Turk." The big brown Negro stepped up on the platform and reached up to tie the white girl's wrists to the rings in the ceiling, using short lengths of rope.
Ace's girl and Venus sat on the couch watching. Venus noticed the other girl's rapt expression.
"You ever get whipped, kid?" Venus asked.
"Some," the girl answered.
"You act like you enjoy it," Venus said. "Not me. I like the other things but not the whippings. But I guess that goes with it as far as Spear is concerned."
Spear and Turk had finished tying Krystal. She stood spread-eagle on the platform, the ropes pulling her shapely legs wide and her arms up and above her head. Spear looked at the bound naked young woman.
"Now to warm you up some," he said, grinning. Krystal frowned, a shiver shaking her rounded breasts. Spear chuckled. "She tingles just thinking about it," he said to the others.
Turk tossed him a thin, short leather whip and the three other men-Turk, Ben, and Ace-gathered around the platform. Without waiting any longer, Spear swung the whip through the air and wrapped it around the woman's hips. She threw back her red head and a scream tore from her trembling throat.
"That's the way," Turk said. "Warm her up."
Spear didn't need urging. He raised the whip again and brought it down in a stinging slash across the girl's stomach. She arched her back and another cry tore from her lips.
Ace's girl watched, fascinated, her blue eyes bright with fear and excitement.
"Say, kid," Venus told her, "you seem to be enjoying yourself." Ace's girl was silent. She still stared at Krystal. Venus frowned slightly, then shrugged.
Spear swung the whip through the air again and again, lacing the pink naked flesh with burning, fiery welts. Krystal jerked and quivered at the end of the ropes. Cries of pain and rage poured from her straining throat.
"Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" she screamed. And then began pleading. "Please! Please stop! Enough! Enough!" And then her cries blended into choking sobs of pain and frustration.
Spear laughed and threw the whip to one side.
"That ought to do her for now," he said. "Who wants her first?"
Turk, the big yellow-skinned Negro, bounded to the platform, his huge thick penis rock hard.
"Let me have her like she is," Turk said. "You don't even have to untie her." He stepped up to the naked white girl and reached around and grasped her spread buttocks in his huge hands. With a lunge, he rammed forward and impaled her on his big penis.
Krystal rolled her red head from side to side, her green eyes cloudy with tears, as the big Negro shoved his hips forward and at the same time pulled her toward him. The girl moaned and shivered. Turk, letting himself go, reached a climax and shivered, clinging to the girl. The slimy eruption dripped down her welted thighs. Turk stepped back weakly and got off the platform, slumping into a chair.
"Anybody else?" Spear asked.
"For me," Ace said, "I like them better lying down." He stepped up on the platform and helped Spear untie the whipped girl and then helped her off the stage and laid her striped body down on the carpeted floor. He shoved a cushion beneath her hips and spread her legs.
Krystal lay with her eyes closed, waiting submissively. Ace mounted her and rammed his big black penis inward. The white girl gave a sharp grunt and lifted her welted legs and wrapped them around him.
Ace's girl and Venus watched from the couch. Venus glanced at the younger girl, noting the slight frown that tugged at the center of her forehead.
"You jealous, kid?" she asked. The other girl was silent. "Don't worry," Venus went. on. "Maybe before the night is over they'll take a notion to ride you some."
Ace had slipped his arm under Krystal and had lifted her slender figure slightly. He drove deep and the girl gave another sharp squeal. The big black man pounded away, bouncing her hips on the cushion.
Krystal clenched her teeth and moaned with pleasure and came to a jerking, quivering eruption. Ace gushed forth in a flood and fell forward on the white girl.
"My turn," Ben said, standing over the two, his small, black eyes gleaming. Ace rolled over and out of the way and the smaller man dropped down on Krystal.
Eagerly Ben inserted his long, thin tool and the girl gave a sharp cry as he drove downward furiously. She raised her legs around him and grasped him with her arms. Ben pushed down, pulled back, pushed down, pulled back, pushed down, pulled back.
He gave a hissing grunt and crushed the girl beneath him as he came to a sudden climax. His naked rear end quivered and jerked. The other men laughed.
Ben got up and slumped in one of the chairs and sipped on a glass of whiskey. Spear stood over the red-haired girl on the floor, grinning.
"Now," he said, "let a real man take over." His long penis stood out proudly, the head reddish with desire. He eased down on top of the young woman. Meekly she opened her pale thighs to receive him.
Spear drove in and Krystal wearily raised her legs up and around his flanks. He slipped his arms under her and strained her toward him. He plunged in and out, in and out, for several swift strokes and then stopped suddenly, deliberately. The naked girl stirred and moaned.
Spear grinned and started again, in and out, in and out. Krystal responded. Her welted hips jerked upward to meet his thrusts and a low murmur of desire eased from between her moist lips. She gushed out in sudden release, her hips jerking and jumping.
Spear drove on and then gave a grunt between clenched teeth and fell forward on her as he reached the heights.
Turk laughed loudly. Ace and Ben grinned broadly.
"That's the way to ride one," Turk chuckled.
Spear got up and poured himself a drink and sat down in a chair sipping it. Krystal rolled off the cushion and lay face down on the green carpet, her naked body shaking slightly, her breath short and quick.
"She better watch out," Venus told Ace's girl. "Spear will run her in from behind."
But Spear sat sipping his drink for long minutes and then sat the glass on the table. He got up and walked over to Krystal. She got on her knees and looked upward at him.
He reached down and pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly and leaned against him.
"Oh, now," Spear said, "you're not tired already, are you? We're just getting started." He guided her toward the platform.
"Please, Spear," Krystal began. "I'll do what-"
"Be quiet," he interrupted her, pulling her up on the stage. Dejectedly, she stood still while he raised one arm and fastened her wrist to the overhead ring. Then he secured the other wrist to the other ring.
"I think," Spear said, "I'll let your legs stay loose this time. Let's see what kind of dancer you are."
He picked up the whip. The naked girl eyed the leather instrument fearfully.
Spear raised the whip and swung it through the air, wrapping it around Krystal's upper leg. She screamed shrilly and sharply as he pulled the whip away, leaving another red-blue welt on her pink flesh. She hopped from one foot to the other, her hips swaying. The four men laughed.
Spear swung the whip again, this time cutting into the tender flesh just below her buttocks. The naked girl threw her head back, shoved her hips forward, and shook her shoulders violently. A gurgling cry crowded from between her clenched teeth.
Spear continued to swing the whip, striping and criss-crossing the already welted form. Krystal howled and twisted and jumped and hopped at the end of the ropes. The room filled with her cries.
Venus turned to Ace's girl. "Spear gets a real charge out of something like that," she said. Ace's girl stared at the thrashing, twisting form jerking and quivering beneath the lash. Venus eyed the younger girl.
"You look like you get a charge out of it, too," she said. The blonde girl remained silent, intent on watching the whipping.
Spear finally tossed the whip aside and untied the young woman. She slumped to her hands and knees on the platform.
Her welted form quivered with pain. Her head drooped down. Her eyes were closed. Spear stepped behind her and eased down on his knees.
Krystal was hardly aware of what he was doing until his long, hard penis rammed into her anus. She raised her head, her eyes wide, as he plunged in. The girl quivered but remained on her knees and hands.
Spear reached under and grasped her hips and held her as he rammed in as far as he could. Krystal grunted. Spear pumped back and forth fiercely for several minutes, then fell forward across the girl's back. She collapsed on the floor of the platform.
After a few minutes, Spear got up and moved off the platform to a chair where he sat sipping his drink. Krystal still lay face down on the platform. Turk got up from his chair and walked to the low stage.
"Come here," he ordered the girl. She raised up wearily and rolled over to the edge of the platform and sat there, her legs stretched out over the edge.
"That's a good position," Turk said, straddling the girl. He shoved his big, thick penis toward the girl's face. Obediently, she opened her lips and started licking the throbbing head of the big, brown prick. Turk stood with his hands on his hips, legs apart.
Krystal licked and nibbled at the penis and then let her lips close over the big rod. She sucked slowly, her flushed cheeks moving in and out. Gradually she increased her efforts and sucked harder and quicker. Turk braced himself. His eyes rolled in excitement.
The big Negro threw back his head and grunted sharply as he came forth in a splattering flood, filling the girl's mouth. Krystal pulled her head back and wiped the sticky mess from her lips and chin. Turk stumbled to a chair and sat down.
Ace had been watching wide-eyed.
"Come here, woman," he ordered. Wearily Krystal got to her feet and walked slowly over to him. Ace eased forward in his chair and spread his legs. Without being told what to do, the naked white girl dropped to her knees.
"Get with it," Ace told her.
Gently she took the tool in her mouth, at the same time stroking his testicles with one hand and rubbing his thighs and legs with the other. Ace grinned happily.
Krystal nibbled and sucked and licked at the big Negro's penis. The stiff, hard tool almost burst its skin covering. The girl closed her lips over the head of the penis and sucked hard. Ace gave a shove and rammed the big rod deep into her mouth and then erupted suddenly in a gushing stream.
Krystal gasped and sputtered and pulled back. Ace lay back in the chair, exhausted. Krystal leaned her head wearily against the Negro's thigh.
Turk got to his feet and looked hungrily at Ace's girl.
"I tell you something," he said. "I sure would like to try out that little snatch you got there, Ace."
Ace shrugged. "Why not, go ahead," he said, "if you want to." He beckoned for the girl.
She got up from the couch and walked toward the big brown-skinned Negro. Turk grinned.
"If you won't mind," he said, "I'll just take her down the hall for a little while." Ace nodded his permission and Turk took the blonde white girl by the wrist and led her through a door. They went down a long, dim hall and into a small dim room. A low bed was the room's only furnishing. On the bed slept a naked white girl, her relaxed body sprawled out, legs and arms flung apart.
Turk shook the girl by the shoulder and she sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She stared at Ace's girl.
"Get up, Nina," Turk told her, "and let us have the bed."
The girl got up and stretched lazily and then went out the door.
Turk eased the white girl down on the bed. She looked admiringly at his heavy, thick penis, standing hungrily erect. The big black man laughed.
"You want some of that, white girl?" he asked. "Well, I'll give it to you, and I'll make you squeal for more, too." He lay down on the bed beside her.
She reached down and pinched the tender head of the big prick. Turk grunted.
"No need," he said, "to fool around. That thing's already ready for you." He let his hands play over the naked white girl's small breasts and stomach and thighs for a few seconds and then stretched out on his back on the bed.
"You get on top," he told her.
The white girl spread her legs and straddled him. Reaching down, she guided the big, black rod upward and inward, and then sat down, shoving the big tool upward into her pink wet snatch. She gave a deep groan and shivered. The big Negro grinned and gave a heavy grunt.
"Hey, now," he said, his voice husky. "You do know how it's done."
The white girl eased up and down, up and down. Turk lay his big hands on her pink thighs and helped her as she pressed her weight down, enclosing his throbbing prick in her warm wet slit.
Slowly but gradually she increased her bouncing movements, pulling herself up and then easing downward. Turk shivered with pleasure.
Suddenly he raised his hips upward and at the same time clutched the flesh of her thighs, holding her up briefly, speared on his big aching tool. He erupted with a low groan. The white girl shivered and then released herself, the warm fluid mingling with his.
The big Negro relaxed weakly and the white girl fell forward on his chest, her body quivering.
"Hey, now," Turk said, "you really are something. We got some good ones here but you're as good as any of 'em."
After a few minutes he pushed the girl to her feet and stood up himself.
"We better get back," he said, "and see what the rest of 'em are doing."
Back in the other room Krystal lay exhausted on the carpeted floor. Ace and Spear sat in chairs, drinking. Venus still sat on the couch. Ben had left.
Ace's girl sat back down on the couch beside Venus. Spear got to his feet.
"You want," he asked Ace, "to take your girl or Venus to some room and have some fun?"
"I guess not," Ace said. "We better be going. It's getting late."
"She's a real piece," Turk said. "You'll have to bring her back again sometime."
"I'll do that," Ace said, leading the girl through the door. They went down the hallway to the garage and Ace opened the car trunk. She climbed in and he shut the trunk lid and got into the car. The girl curled up in the trunk. She thought she heard, as if from far away, a muffled scream. And then she slept.
She was barely aware that the car was moving. And then the car came to a stop and she was vaguely aware of voices. And then silence.
And then the trunk lid was opened and a pair of hands reached in and pulled her out. She stared. It was the short, hairy man named Ben.
The car was stopped beneath some trees. The new light of dawn was filtering through the leaves. She caught a glimpse of Ace slumped over the steering wheel of the car and then Ben shoved her toward a small white van and pushed her inside.
"Get down," he ordered, shoving her to the floor of the van. He flung a heavy cloth over her. "You be quiet, bitch," he told her. She lay still.
The vehicle started and moved away. She lay still under the heavy covering. After some time the vehicle stopped and the covering was pulled away and Ben helped her out. They were inside a shed-like structure. Outside it was getting to be daylight.
The short, hairy man hustled her from the shed and through the back door of a small frame house. The house had three rooms and Ben hurried her to a bedroom. He jerked a blanket off the bed and opened a closet door and threw the blanket inside.
"Get in there cunt," he told the naked girl. "Now you just stay put till I get back and then me and you will have us some fun." He grinned and shut the closet door.
The girl heard a key turn in the lock and then the sound of footsteps going away. She lay down on the blanket on the closet floor. For a long time she wondered and worried about Ace and then suddenly she slept.
She woke and for long seconds wondered where she was. And then she remembered. Her body was stiff and she was thirsty and hungry. She lay in the dark closet, wondering about Ace.
A long time later she heard footsteps and then sounds of movement beyond the closet door. Presently the door opened and Ben reached in and pulled her out. He had taken off his clothes and his penis stood up hard and erect. He grinned at the girl.
"Now," he said, "we're going to have us some fun." He shoved her toward a bed at the other side of the room. She stumbled and almost fell but he grabbed her and hustled her over to the bed.
"Can I have a drink?" she asked.
"Later, later," he told her. He pushed her down and shoved her legs apart. The girl lay passive and still, her eyes closed.
And then a big black hand grasped Ben by the shoulders and jerked him backwards. A big fist crashed into his nose. The girl's eyes widened and then she smiled.
Ace was standing over the naked Ben who was lying on the floor beside the bed. Spear, dressed in a grey business suit, stood at the bedroom door. Ben started to get to his feet and Ace hit him again, this time in the left ear. The short hairy fellow kneeled over on the floor, his eyes popped wide, his head shaking violently.
The white girl got up weakly and leaned against Ace. He pushed her toward a chair.
Ace and Spear hovered over the addled Ben and then they lifted him to the bed. Pulling his arms up, they tied his hands to the top of the bed and then stretched his legs wide and tied his ankles to the foot of the bed.
"You bastard!" Ace told him. "I'm going to fix you good!"
"What're you going to do, man?" Ben glared at him.
"I ought to cut your damn prick off," he said. "But I got a better idea."
Ben's eyes rolled wide in terror. Spear looked questioningly at Ace.
"Just what are you going to do?" Spear asked.
"I'll show you," Ace said, leaving the room.
The white girl slumped in the chair, too exhausted to move.
In a few minutes Ace returned with a pair of pliers and a long piece of thin wire. Ben stared in terror at him. Ace looped a piece of the wire around the short man's limp penis and twisted it tight with the pliers.
"Hell, oh, man," Ben moaned. "Don't do that! Don't do that!" Ace paid no attention. He went into the other room again and returned with a chair and a heavy black, iron skillet. He then tied the other end of the wire to the skillet and stretched the wire over the foot of the bed and over the top of the chair and balanced the heavy skillet on. the edge of the chair.
Ben's penis was stretched tight. Ace grinned down at him.
"You make too much motion," he told the bound man, "and you'll tip off that damn skillet and it'll pull your damn prick off. How do you like that arrangement, you son of a bitch!"
"Please," Ben begged, "don't leave me like this! Please!"
"You better be still," Ace told him. "Somebody might be by in a few days and get you loose."
Spear grinned. "Damnation," he said. "You sure got him fixed. You better be still," he said to Ben. "You'll pull it out by the roots if you ain't careful."
The white girl stirred weakly in the chair. "Please, Ace," she said. "Can I have a drink of water."
He helped her up and led her to the kitchen of the house. Finding a glass in a sink of dirty dishes, he rinsed the glass and got her a drink.
She drank greedily, the water dripping down her chin.
"Well rest you up," Ace told her, "when we get home. It's almost dark. I guess we can go now.
Greenie's car was outside in the shed, next to Ben's van. Ace helped the girl in the trunk and he and Spear got in the front seat of the car. The girl lay wearily in the trunk as the car moved away from the house.