"You're right when you say she is hot looking," Peter Thompson concurred. "How did such a little girl like that grow such big tits?"
"You know how those nigger girls get. They grow them big jugs when they are little, and then they are fat and useless by the time they are thirty," Bernard said.
The other three men all nodded and drank and agreed that this was true. In the corner Tammy was aware of the fact that the conversation was about her.
"That's why you got to get to that dark meat when it is still young and sweet. After a while they go bad and start smelling like they should bathe – even if they have just taken a bath," Marvin Madison said.
"So, Bernard, tell me," Garth Hudson said, feeling a tingling in his balls. "Is there any chance you might lend that nigger girl out for a little while?"
"Yeah, Bernard," Garth Hudson added. "I could use a piece of dark tail right now. It would make the rest of the party go easier."
"I agree, Bernard," said Peter Thompson. "Ever since you started talking about her I've been so horny the crack of dawn better look out for me."
"You can have her anytime you want – and you can do anything you please with her. I would appreciate it if you didn't do any damage that won't heal. I mean, don't cut off anything that won't grow back," Bernard said. The three men shared a hearty laugh.
"Maybe all three of us could take her at the same time," Peter Thompson said. "Just like back in the old days. You remember that, boys?"
The three men laughed. They all remembered their days as youngsters when they all used to gang up on one nigger girl. Three cocks and three holes. Things worked out perfectly.
"Just go over to her and tell her you want her to take you downstairs. She will understand what you mean. There are whips and stuff down there too in case you would like to give her a little taste of the whip," Bernard said. "And, another thing. Don't let my wife catch you going down there. She doesn't know about the 'office' I have set up down there."
"Sure thing Bernard. You play host and we'll be back in a little while – right after that nigger cunt cleans out our tubes," Garth said.
The three men walked over to Tammy with big ear-to-ear shit-eating grins on their faces, and Tammy knew immediately what was going to happen to her.
She thought of Jonah, and she thought of the God she worshipped – the same God who was supposed to be good and merciful, but who always found new ways to degrade and hurt this pretty little black girl.
"Oooooooweeeeeee!" Marvin Madison said. "Get a whiff of her. This little cunt is oozing sex. Come on, baby. Bernard says you are going to show us where the downstairs facilities are."
"Yes, sir," Tammy said subserviently. She tried not to look the men in the face. She lowered her eyes and led the three of them out of the room where many of the guests had gathered.
"I'm getting hotter by the second," Garth Hudson said, rubbing the palms of his smooth hands together. The three men all had soft hands.
Between the three of them they had not put in a single honest day's work in their entire life. They had had slaves to do all of the chores for them ever since they were born. They had all entered the world with a silver spoon protruding from their slaving mouths.
The three men decided, as they went down those rickety wooden stairs toward Bernard's torture chamber, that they really weren't in the mood to whip the little girl.
Bernard was into that shit. He whipped the girls just for the hell of it. These three men believed that a master should only punish the slaves when they have actually done something wrong. To punish a slave, this trio believed, without cause, just for kicks, was asking for trouble.
Besides, they were all too horny to put the matter at hand off. They were all anxious to get their cocks inside her so she could pleasure them with her holes.
"Shit, now we gotta decide who is gonna get to fuck her where," Peter Thompson said. "We always used to fight about that when we were fifteen."
"Yeah, sometimes I don't feel like I have changed a hell of a lot since I was fifteen," Garth Hudson said. "And sometimes I feel like I am a completely different person."
"Well, I think we should flip a coin to figure out who gets to fuck her where. If we don't we are all still gonna want her ass and then somebody will get mad."
"Sounds good to me," Marvin said and this was done. It was decided – rather quickly, in fact – that Marvin Madison would get to fuck the little girl in the pussy. It was decided that Garth Hudson would get to fuck her in the ass, and Peter Thompson would get sucked off by Tammy Taylor's hot little mouth.
It had been years since the three men had all gotten inside a slave at the same time. They felt a little nostalgic. They felt like boys once again.
It was like riding a bicycle. Once one learned how to do it, they never forgot. They had the logistics of the triple-fuck memorized, for sure.
The only flat surface down in the torture chamber was the wooden slab table. Marvin found a pillow and placed it at the head of that table.
Marvin then climbed up on top of the table and stretched his long legs out in front of him, his feet and his knees close together. He had a full-fledged boner inside his trousers.
They ordered Tammy to get out of her clothes, which didn't take the girl very long. She kicked off her worn shoes and removed her dress.
As usual, the little slave was wearing nothing beneath her dress. She stood there innocently naked as the men eyed her tits and her practically hairless pussy. They looked at her ass and commented on how round it was.
They could see the lash marks on her rear end and this bothered them a little bit. It bothered Peter in particular, who had never cared for the whip and never used it. Peter always had one of the slaves do his whipping for him when it came time to punish someone – because he had never been able to bring himself to use it himself.
Marvin Madison unbuckled his black leather belt and unbuttoned the top of his trousers. He lifted his ass from the wooden table and hooked his thumbs under the top of his pants.
Marvin pulled down his pants all the way to his ankles and then stretched back out again. His cock flopped onto his hairy belly and began to bounce up and down.
Tammy took one look at the white man's cock flopping up and down like that and she couldn't help but think it looked as if it were doing some sort of jungle dance – just as her ancestors had done back in the homeland.
"Get up on the table, cunt and straddle my hips so I can get my cock up inside you," Marvin Madison said. He had the same command tone in his voice that all white men easily assumed when talking to a slave.
Tammy got up on the table – praying the whole time that she could get horny. She prayed that her pussy would lubricate itself. Nature betrayed her, however.
Her cunt stayed as dry as a bone. Tammy only had to kiss Jonah on the mouth once and the glands inside her body would start cranking out her natural lubrication. Her pussy was always soaking wet to the point of overflowing when her man threw her an ecstatic fuck.
But here she was with three white men, all of whom were going to fuck her at the same time, and she could not get the glands inside her pussy to secrete a single drop of fluid. She knew that it was going to hurt like hell when Marvin tried to get his cock all the way up her cunt.
"Now remember boys, don't start fucking until all three of us got our cocks inside her. Yeah, you too, Marvin," Garth said. "It's going to be fucking hard enough to get my prick up the nigger girl's ass without having to aim at a moving target."
Tammy got up on the table. The wood was hard on her smooth knees. She knelt up straight with one knee on either side of Marvin's slim hips.
Tammy pushed her knees apart as far as she could get them. She wanted her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips to part naturally as much as possible before the man tried to push his prick up her poontang.