"Want the ropes?" the girl asked.
"Might as well," Nate said. "It'll be getting dark soon."
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 Nate 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 Nate 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.
Nate 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?"
"Yes," she answered, moving her legs apart slightly.
There are two rules: 1) She belongs to him, and 2) She is not to talk about her past. Subject to those being observed, Nate is more than willing to let her out to his unbelieving but gratefully generous clientele. And they will return again and again, for how else will they find such a radiant nymph of a beauty, eager to be treated such to every deviant whim and fancy. Such obedience from the nubile white girl to her strong black master.
In garages, shacks, bootleggers' holdups, and stage set bars, our unnamed vixen will perform every lascivious act imaginable, bringing her and those she is shared with to the highest of orgiastic abandons. From MMMF group-menages, to Lesbian gamahuching, switch-bondage and ties, to ruttings of the most vigorous front and back, our gal has the stamina and loyalty to please all her master's wishes.
This obscenely satisfying work of uncompromising erotica abounds with all deeds and devices licentious.
