Chapter 7
Back at the shack in Slateville Hollow, the white girl ate three whole sandwiches. Ace made them himself, and let her eat them, rather than having to wait for her usual scraps from his plate. She wolfed down the food, and then slept for ten hours. Ace returned Greenie's car and then returned and woke the girl. She ate a couple more sandwiches and then slept some more.
She woke in mid-morning and got up and went out on the small porch and sat down beside the big black man. He grinned at her.
"How you feel?" he asked.
"Sore," she said. "Sore and stiff."
"That bastard Ben," Ace muttered. "When he left Spear's he went and parked his van and came back and hid in the back seat of Greenie's car. I didn't notice him when I left there. He raised up behind me and put a pistol in my ear and made me park and then he conked me over the head." Ace's lip curled in a wicked grin.
"The son-of-a-bitch. He had his face covered over but I guessed who it was. I knew his voice. When I come to, I went back to Spear's and he knew where the bastard lived and we come and got him. No way he was getting my piece of property. You're too valuable a piece of ass for me to lose that easy. I shoulda killed him!"
The big Negro laughed suddenly. "I wonder," he said, "if he's still there with his prick wired up like that. He makes the least move and that skillet might rip it off for him. But it serves him right." He puffed contentedly on a cigarette.
He finished his cigarette and got to his feet. "Right now," he said, "I have to get to Fitchburg and get us some groceries and beer." He went through the shack and down the rocky path.
The naked white girl sat on the small porch a little longer and then went back inside the house and lay down on the bed. Presently she was asleep again.
About ten days after the trip to Spear's place, Ace came back from Fitchburg one afternoon with Greenie. The golden-skinned Negro woman looked at the white girl and grinned sadistically.
"You still here, kid?" she asked. "You really like that black meat, don't you? Ace giving you what you want?"
The white girl hung her head and shrugged. Ace and Greenie went out on the small porch and sat down.
"Bring us a beer, white bitch" Ace told the girl. He and Greenie sat sipping the beer. The white girl leaned against the railing. Ace grinned at her.
"You ready to make a small trip?" he asked.
"Where?" Her blue eyes were wide with questioning fear.
"Well," Ace said, "me and Greenie are going over to her place and there's a fellow who would like to have you for the night."
"All right," the white girl said, shrugging.
"You little white bitch," Greenie laughed. "You don't care who rides you, do you? Just so you get rode."
The naked white girl was silent, biting her lower lip.
"This fellow," Ace said, "is named Andy. Good guy. He wants you for a night. He ought to give you a good time."
The girl shrugged.
"But remember," Ace went on, "don't tell him anything, not about me, or you. He don't need to know anything. I don't think he'll try to get nosy, but if he does, tell him I said it ain't none of his business. You understand me, bitch?"
The white girl nodded.
Greenie laughed. "Hadn't we ought to go?" she said. "The kid is probably getting real hungry for some strange black meat."
"Yeah, we'll go," Ace said, getting up. The young Negro woman and the naked white girl followed him down the path to Slateville. The girl waited in the woods while Ace and Greenie made sure no one was about and then ran and got into the trunk of Greenie's car.
The car stopped on a tree-lined side road and Ace opened the trunk lid and helped the girl out. A tall, broad-shouldered Negro-Andy-was standing at the front of his car. He grabbed her wrist and hurried the white girl around the car and tumbled her into its trunk, then slammed shut the lid.
The girl lay still. She could hear the three others talking and laughing for a few minutes and then the car started.
After about a half hour the car came to a stop and then the lid opened. Andy pulled her out. She was in a well-lighted garage littered with parts of motorcycles and tools and odds and ends. At one side of the room a flight of stairs led upward to a closed door.
Andy guided her toward the stairs.
At the top he rapped on the door and a young white man in bright red pants and dark blue shirt opened the door. The young man's smile froze when he saw the naked girl.
"Well," Andy said, "can we come in?" The young man stepped back and let them in. A young red-headed woman in a flowered housecoat sat at a table, drinking a cup of coffee. She stared at the naked white girl.
"What the hell," the young man finally said. "Where did you get her?" Andy eased into a chair and the white girl stood passively beside him, her head down, her face flushed and red. She didn't know one single person in the room. The one-room apartment was crowded with a table, a wide bed, some chairs, and a television set.
Andy beamed at the couple's amazement. This fellow I know," he said, "let me borrow her for tonight. What do you think of her?" His voice revealed his satisfaction with the situation.
"She's just a kid," the woman said. "She's not over fourteen or fifteen."
"Believe me, Kathy," Andy said, "she's old enough. This fellow that has her says she knows all the tricks."
"Watch it, Henry," the woman said to the young white man. "Your eyeballs are about to fall out."
"Damnation, Andy," Henry said, "don't you know you can't be hauling around a naked white girl like that."
Andy laughed. "Don't worry," he said. "I got enough sense to be careful. Real careful."
"You say," Kathy said, "you've got her for tonight. What are you going to do with her?" Andy and Henry both laughed.
"Now, hell," Henry said. "What do you think he's going to do to her?"
The woman got up from the table. "I got to tell Linda and Bill about this." She picked up a phone from a small table and dialed a number.
"Linda," she said into the mouthpiece, "you'll never guess what Andy has come up with. How about you and Bill coming on over. No. No. Just come over. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She hung up the phone.
"What's your name, girl?" Kathy asked. Andy spoke up.
"She ain't got a name. Besides, the less you know," he said, " the better it will be. Okay?"
Kathy shrugged.
"Who let you have her?" Henry asked. Andy sighed.
"Like I said," he stated, "the less you know the better it will be. Let's just say I got the full use of her for tonight. Maybe sometime later I can tell you more."
Henry stared lewdly at the naked girl.
"I'd like," he said, "to have the use of her for a night myself."
"I just bet you would," Kathy told him, "but you just take care of your own homework. All right?"
From the garage downstairs came the sound of a motorcycle. Then roar of the motor died.
"Linda and Bill," Henry said. There were footsteps on the stairs and the door opened. A young man in heavy glasses came in, followed by a blonde young woman chewing violently on a wad of gum. The young man stopped suddenly when he saw the naked white girl and the young woman bumped into him.
"What the hell," the young man muttered.
"For goodness sakes," the blonde said. "Who is that?"
The two stood staring at the naked girl. She stood forlornly beside Andy's chair, looking at the floor, her blonde hair partly covering her red ashamed face.
Henry laughed. "Some kid Andy borrowed somewhere," he said.
"Well, I didn't exactly borrow her," Andy corrected him. "I had to rent her from the guy who has -er owns her-or whatever the situation is. Say, girl," he asked, "does he really own you?"
"Yes, sir, I guess so," the naked girl said softly. "He bought me from my mom."
"Well, I be damned," Bill muttered. "I'd like to rent her myself."
"For goodness sakes," the blonde girl said, chewing down hard on her gum. "You kidding, Andy?"
"Well, no," the Negro said. "I ain't kidding."
"For goodness sakes," Linda repeated. She flopped down in a chair. Bill sat down on the bed. Kathy got to her feet.
"How about some coffee?" she asked. Bill and Linda nodded, but Andy shook his head.
"No," he said. "We got to go. I just dropped by to show you my little plaything here," He was proud of his new possession.
"He says," Kathy laughingly told the two visitors, "that he has some plans for her tonight. I just wonder what they are."
"Ha," Linda said, "it don't take much imagination to guess what his plans for this little slut are." She stared at the naked girl. "For goodness sakes," she mumbled.
Andy got up and took the girl by the arm.
"We better go," he said. "If you like, I'll fill you in on all the juicy details later."
"Yeah, do that," Henry said, grinning. The young black man went out the door with the naked white girl. Down in the garage he had her get back in the trunk and then he shut the lid.
The ride was about twenty minutes long. When the lid opened again, the girl saw that it was dark. The car was parked up close to a brick building. The area was dark as if it were the back of the building or an alleyway. Andy quickly guided the naked girl to a doorway and took her inside.
They were in a long hallway. Andy led her quickly down the hall and stopped in front of a door. Opening the door, he led her into a darkened room. From somewhere in the building came the sounds of a radio or television.
Closing the door, Andy flipped on a light. The girl looked around. They were in a room with a bed, a night table, and an easy chair. A thick carpet covered the floor. Heavy drapes covered the single window.
Andy turned the key in the door and switched on a lamp beside the bed and cut off the overhead light. The soft lamplight filled the room.
"This is where I sleep," he told the white girl. Outside in the hall there were sounds of voices as two or more people went by.
Andy took a deep breath as he looked at the naked white girl. He took off his clothes and laid them over the chair.
"Come here bitch," he said, lying down on the bed. The white girl came and lay on the bed beside the big Negro. He let his black hands glide lewdly over her bare white body.
"We got to get a lot of stuff done, slut," he said. "I got to get you back to Ace in the morning. You ready for some fuck-action?"
"Yes, sir," she said. She reached down and grasped his already erect penis and rubbed her thumb over the head of the long black shaft.
"Hey, now," Andy grinned. He slipped an arm under the girl and, lying on his side,
pulled her toward him. Pulling one of her legs under his hip, he reached down and pulled her other leg over his side, spreading open her wet pink pussy. He inserted his big black penis in her hot slit and found her tight hole.
He rammed in and then pulled the girl tightly to him as they lay on their sides on the bed. He moved back and forth a few times and then the white girl got the rhythm with him.
"Hold it," he ordered after a few strokes. They lay still, the girl breathing heavily. His thick lips sought hers and they clung together. Presently he began the fucking motion again and the white girl moaned and grasped him desperately as she gushed forth in a weakening, satisfying eruption.
"Oh, goodness," she moaned helplessly.
The young black man continued a few seconds longer and then let himself go massively. He crushed the white girl to him, their lips locked in a long, breathless kiss, their thighs glued together with the wet, sticky secretion of their passions.
He released her and sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"How was that, little bitch?" he asked smiling.
"Good. Real good." The white girl stretched lazily, happily. The nipples of her young breasts stood up firm, and hard and red as strawberries.
Andy finished his cigarette and lay back down beside her.
"In a few minutes," he said, "we'll see what else we can do to you. Just as soon as I can get a little steam built back up. How about giving me a nice suck, to get me motivated? Use that tongue of yours and lick my black dick like it's a lollipop and you'll get another nice fucking from me."
"Yes, sir, I'll help you," the girl said. She reached down and grasped his limp, sticky penis and rolled it gently between her palms. She pulled back the heavy black foreskin and bent her head down over him and lapped at the dark purple head of his penis with her tongue. Laying it down on his stomach, she gently used her full lips to give open-mouthed suckling kisses to the underside of his big black tool.
Andy warmed to her submissive caresses. The big prick expanded, lengthened, and grew erect and hard. The white girl kneaded it in her hands and then, when it was stiff and firm, she straddled the big black man.
Reaching down, she guided the big ebony tool upward and into her guts. Andy lay still, his thick lips spread into a huge grin, hands clasped behind his head, feeling like a king and letting her do all the work.
Sitting on her knees, she bounced gently up and down, feeling the big black penis going up and in, then out, up and in and out of her belly.
Andy grinned happily. "Go to it, white girl," he said. "I'll let you take care of this job."
The white girl continued her up and down movements, the long hard prick, greased and slippery from her wet pussy-juice, sliding up and down inside her easily. She wriggled her hips from side to side slightly as she moved up and down.
She shivered and almost stopped when she reached another climax, but continued until Andy also gushed forth and reaching up, he pulled her down to him. They clung together for long minutes, the white girl shaking with passion.
"Wow!" Andy said, easing her off him. That was some ride you gave. Ace teach you those pussy tricks?"
"Most of them," the white girl said softly.
"You've learned good," the black man told her. "You like belonging to Ace, white girl?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I guess I like it, he takes care of me."
"Hah! Yeah, he sure seems to. He whip you much?"
"Some. When he wants to."
Andy sat on the edge of the bed again and lit another cigarette. He looked at the naked white girl.
"We better get some rest," he told her. "I doubt if even you could get me warmed up again right now, after I sleep, I might want to fuck you some more." He finished the cigarette and lay down. The girl relaxed and closed her eyes.
She woke when Andy shook her. She sat up, her eyes cloudy with sleep and amazement. Then she was fully awake and remembered where she was.
"It's about three o'clock, bitch," the black man said. "If we're going to have any more fun we better get at it. Look at what I got here for you."
The girl glanced at his big prick and saw that it was firm and erect. She blushed.
Andy spread her white thighs and eased on top of her. She helped him get started and then wrapped her pale shapely legs and arms around him.
The young black man moved up and down in easy, measured motions, his long ebony penis sliding in deep, withdrawing, sliding in again. The white girl sighed with pleasure and clung to him. Andy stopped and rested and the girl stirred impatiently, her stomach muscles jerking in her heat. He started again-easy, steady strokes, up and down, up and down, in and out. The girl moaned.
"I can't wait," she murmured, and suddenly released her passion in a gushing flood. She quivered and jerked and clung to the black man. He continued roughly fucking her without pausing. The white girl sighed weakly.
Andy suddenly let himself go and crushed the white girl to him. They held each other tightly, their bodies twitching violently.
"Man!" the black youth said, pulling himself away from the girl. "That was something, you're sure a nice ride." He lay on the bed, spent, satisfied. The girl lay beside him, eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling slowly.
Presently Andy sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"We'll have to go in a few minutes," he told the girl, "before people start stirring. I'm supposed to meet Ace at that bridge this side of Fitchburg about five o'clock." He finished the cigarette and got up and put on his clothes. He turned off the lamp and unlocked the door and peered into the hall. He motioned for the white girl to follow him.
They went down the hall and out the door at the back into the early morning. Quickly Andy unlocked the car trunk and dumped her in.
It was getting to be daylight when the car stopped and the trunk lid was opened. The girl got out stiffly, and Ace hustled her toward Greenie's car.
"Get in, bitch," he urged, "quick, before another car comes by." She got one knee in, but she wasn't quick enough, so he shoved her forward on her face and he slammed shut the lid. She could hear him and Andy talking and joking for a few moments and then the car started.
Leaving the car at Slateville, Ace led her back up the path to the shack. Inside he had her build a fire in the stove and put on a pot of coffee. They sat at the table waiting for the coffee to boil, while Ace ate the bread and jelly she fixed him.
"Andy gave you a good ride?" Ace asked, grinning.
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
"More than just one, I bet," Ace said and smiled. "Did he fuck you good?"
"He's pretty good," she said softly.
Ace laughed. "Better than me?" he asked.
"No," she told him. "I'd rather you do it to me than anyone."
Ace laughed loudly. He drank his cup of coffee and then got up.
"I got to take Greenie's car to her," he told the girl. "I'll be back after awhile." He left.
The girl ate the scraps from Ace's bread and jelly and drank the remains of his coffee and then lay down on the bed to wait for Ace to return.
There was nothing else to do.
She lay there frowning and thinking a little about her situation. She didn't like to think, it made her sad usually. But still, it was mostly better now than with her momma and uncle she decided.
Ace beat her even more than her momma and uncle had, but he taught her to get off on it a little too. She didn't understand that, or, for that matter, really know what she thought of him 'renting' her out to people... men... but she supposed he was only doing what he had every right to do. He had paid for her after all... he even had papers saying he owned her, he said, papers her own momma had signed.
And Ace said her momma never wanted her to begin with... that was probably true... She didn't like to think about stuff like that, it was better to just let Ace tell her what to do...
She didn't worry as much as she used to when she was with her momma and uncle Pete, back then she never even got enough to eat, Ace always made sure she had plenty of scraps. It was a simple, but mostly good life now, she decided, better than she could have hoped for with her momma and uncle.
She finally relaxed and slept, for now at least, at peace with herself, alone in the shack.