7

I didn't want to do this. Of course, I've never really wanted to do it before with all the other men. But now I really didn't want to do this. I walked up to Bill carefully eyeing him as he eyed me. I raised my hands cautiously to his chest and began to remove his coat. Once it was off, I moved to pull his dark brown waistcoat off and then his shirt. I could feel the handle of his knives hidden in the pockets inside his shirts. I didn't say anything about them. All the while my heart is beating so hard it feels like my soul is telling me I'm in danger.

All the while, I can see Bill out of the corner of my eyes staring at me as if amused. He knows I'm afraid and he likes it. There is only his pantaloons and boots left. I moved to go for the hem, but his hand comes up and grips my chin firmly. I make a small noise as I'm forced to look up at him. He gives a small sinister smile as he uses his other hand to reach over and take hold of the skinny strap on my dress and just yank it off my shoulder. The dress is flimsy so it falls right down exposing me completely to him.

I let out a soft breath of air as I try to look down at my feet. But his grip holds me tight so I can only look at him. His eyes stare at me still. He's so close I can hear him breathing. I can see his blue eye and vast and vibrant and his fake glass eye stamped with what looks like a bird from what I could see. Finally he leans his head back some and visibly looks me over. He leans his head to the left and right observing all the angles of me and I just stand there having no choice but to watch.

I'm used to being looked over like a piece of meat, but with Bill it was different. I felt if he didn't approve he'd slit my throat right here. As he looked me over, I did the same for him. He didn't have visible muscles, but I knew he was strong. I could feel the control in his hands alone. They were hard and sharp and rough. How many lives has he taken with these hands? How many men has cut down, how many women have felt his body on theirs? He had a small patch of thin hair moving down his body from the middle of his chest and cleared out at close to the navel.

His hand releases me now and the attention is brought back to his face. Now he moves over to my bed and sits down and raises one boot up to me. I did my best not to sneer. He paid me fifty bucks. I had to be perfect today. I approached slowly and moved to get down on one knee before him and slowly I began to remove his boot. All the while he leaned over and took a long lock of my curls and placed it to his face, smelling it. I didn't respond as I removed the other boot.

"So…" he said breaking the silence and I looked up at him. That tainted smile still on his face. "What does fifty dollars get me?" I swallowed some and nodded slowly.

"Whatever you want." I replied lowly, placing my hands gently on his knees and giving them a slight rub. I made a slight move upward and he didn't stop me so I moved to unfasten his pantaloons and pull them off. Finally I was faced to face with his half hardened cock. I was actually surprised, Bill Cutting, aroused by me. It was like most of white men I have seen. Not too large, but thick looking. I could see some of his veins.

"Stand up." he commanded. I looked up at him and nodded getting to my feet and just standing there before him. I really wished I wasn't naked before him. The way he leaned forward now to look at me more closely made me nervous. He looked like he was having some inner fights with himself for now he was frowning some as he stared at my navel. Now his hands slowly raised to hook onto my hips. They were quite warm. His eyes stared at my breasts for a second as his hands moved up and down my hips and over my stomach. He then looked down right at the patch of curls between my legs. He nodded and then began to turn my body and of course I moved with the commanding of his hands.

Now my back was to him and I winced. You never turn your back on someone you didn't trust. I felt his hands moving over my back for a moment and I felt somewhat ridiculous. Surely, he's had negros before. I couldn't stop the gasp the suddenly escaped me as I felt a sharp pain come from my right bottom cheek. I finally realized he had smacked my bottom.

"Got a nice round ass." he commented before moving back some to kick off his pantaloons and I glanced back over my shoulder at him to watch him do this. Once he pantaloons were off to the side, he finally motioned for me to come to him. He was halfway on the bed and so I turned and slowly began to crawl on the bed over his body. My hair fell over my shoulders as I crawled up to him and he now began to watch me intensely. I could feel his body against mine. He was tense, as if preparing for a fight. Now I sat down over his cock. Immediately I feel him twitching against me.

"You're tense." I said lightly leaning in to him. He stiffened even more. "You feel as if you're readying for a fight but you have no need to fight a whore." He just watches me.

"We'll see. Well… get on with it." he said. It felt he wanted to be in control but he also wanted to know what I could do. So I went in for the kill of my own and tried to kiss him. He catches my face immediately, and I inhaled some as he squints at me some as if unsure. Yes. Priest was unsure too. We stare at each other for a moment before he pulls my face in to him and he kisses me rough and viciously. Now that I was used to. I respond immediately letting my tongue slide across his lips, but they wouldn't open for me. What was with this man? I pushed a bit more against his body until he was on his back and my body was fully atop of his. Finally he opened his mouth and we devoured each other's mouths.

His body was solid as if he could push me off if he wanted. But most men could. Already I began to move my hips against him letting him feel my heat moving against his shaft. He released a low growl in response and before I knew he, he had indeed thrown me off to the side. I was on my stomach now and he was stop of me. He raised my hips up now and I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing it down so my cheek was in the blankets. I groan some hearing him spit and feeling the cool liquid on my now exposed vagina.

Now this was something I was used to. This made me feel somewhat safe. I can feel him spreading me open. There's slight pain as my walls were tightening up around him. I could hear him grunting behind me.

"How can a whore be this tight?" he stated and I feel him shove himself all the way inside me and I cry out some at how much it felt like he was stretching me out. He wastes no time in pounding away at me and I whimper some as he holds on to my hips tight. This is how it always was.

I've heard stories from the white whores. It rarely happens, but some men like it when we take control. But for any of the Chinese, Irish or the negros, men like to dominate. They want to maintain the sense of power they believe to be rightfully there.

Bill didn't pay me to show him a good time, he paid me to let him dominate me and dominate he was. My walls were tightening and throbbing from the constant thrusting of his cock inside me. I felt one of his hands grip my shoulder and pull me up just enough that I was on my hands and knees.

"You think this is how Priest would have fucked you if he wasn't out killing my men!" he yelled. I panted hard feeling pain now start to form inside me as he pounded against me. I wasn't prepared enough so everything inside was beginning to hurt from the friction. I cried out now.

"You're hurting me!" I replied.

"Good!" he snapped roughly. I could him panting heavily as he kept moving violently against me. My head hang low as I let out a mixture of cries and moans. Hold it together. You've taken pain before. My hands gripped the bed sheets and I looked up and glared at the wall before me.

"You're cunt ain't so bad. I may just have to have you again." he replied. He continued to pound away into my body pushing forward with each violent thrust. His cock is rubbing hard into my inside and I groan in response. "What's wrong you gonna fucking cry, whore!" I looked back at him.

"You're not worth the tears!" I snapped and his eyes flexed as this only spurred him on to move faster.

"Oh you got some sand, Minnie! A nigga gal with sand. That's very rare." he pants heavily and in seconds he pulls out and before I could think he grabs hold of my ankles and pulls me off the bed. He then quickly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand tight around my wrist so I couldn't get away from him. He pulls me back on top of him and immediately I take him in and with his hands on my hips, and my hands on his shoulders I do what I am paid to do. I immediately begin to ounce my body atop of his. Fuck it hurt even more in this position. I couldn't stop the small painful moan that escapes me.

His eyes flutter some at this and I feel his grip on my hips tighten as he continues to move my body harder on his. Moving me harder causes more pain and I couldn't stop more moans from escaping me. My head falls back and I let out louder moans. Bill moans out himself watching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he takes more pleasure from my own moans. I feel I'm being too loud and move my hand to mouth. Immediately, Bill grabs it before it could even stifle the next moan and holds it down at my side.

"I'm paying you good money for everything! I ain't paying for a quite whore!" he growls angrily. I pant louder and harder as the pain starts to mix with that tingly feeling that I happens once you fuck through the pain. Most whores are lucky to even be able to feel that. Sometimes all they feel is pain. I feel Bills hands grip my breasts. "Come on move faster. Ride me harder."

And I do just that. Instead of bouncing I start grinding my hips hard and fast against him and he growls out even harder as he watches my hips move. Could he not look me in the face as I rode him? Was that battle inside him stopping him from looking a negro in the face. I could feel my body getting warm from my fast movements. I was sure to sweat soon which was not very desired. I noticed his grunts and growls and moans began to increase like most me do when they are going to come.

"Get on your knees." he replies finally looking up at me. I do as I'm told. Whatever to get him out of this room. He stands up and I get down and he doesn't even have to jerk himself long as he shoots strings of cum all over my face. That was nothing new to me. I close my eyes so it doesn't get in my eye. He groans hard as he releases everything on me.

"Fuck." he breathes lowly, panting heavily. I don't feel any of his cum on my eyes so I slowly open them and look up at him. Bill tilts his head a bit as if noticing something. He nods once more with approval. "You look good covered in my spunk."

Thanks. Never been complimented like that before. I nodded and slowly stood up. I moved over to my little desk and wiped my face with a small piece of fabric I had. Once I got everything off me, I moved over to grab my dress and slide it on. He began to move to get his clothes as well. I made a move to help him but he held his hand out to me to stop me and shooed me away from him. I backed away and planned to make a move back over to my desk.

"I ain't done with you yet. Come here." he said. I turned and looked back at him and moved over to stand in front of him and he motioned the side of his head to the spot beside him. I found that very strange. Carefully I moved to sit down beside him but I kept some space between us. He glanced at me as if he noticed that I purposely did this, but didn't say anything on it. He was checking out his knives to make sure they fit properly in the spots they were hidden in before reaching into his outer coat pocket and pulling out a crumbled piece of paper. He held it up to me.

"Read it. Tell me what it says." he said staring directly at me. I looked at him curiously before looking down at the paper. I didn't see the usual rows of black words on it so I knew it wasn't a newspaper, but a note. I was sure he could read some of this.

"America home of women beating, illiterate Native sons of bitches who don't have the… gall, which is spelled wrong, to hold on to a country themselves leaving it to the Irish and Niggers who will soon over run them." I replied slowly noticing, the dark look on Bill's face as I read. Now I leaned back from him once he snatched the paper from my hand. I wondered who that was from. New York had many gangs I was sure this was from an enemy gang. Bill said nothing else except stand up, place his top hat over his head and storm out. I swallowed some sighing gently happy to me done with him.

I stood up from the bed and finally moved over to look in my somewhat clean mirror. To my disappointment I noticed red spots in between my dress over my legs. Damnit. Didn't think that was rough enough to make me bleed. I groaned knowing I could no longer use this dress to work in. I needed to wash up some. I raised the dress up and it and looked down between my legs. There wasn't a lot of blood. I grabbed another pale dress on and left the room. As I moved down the hall, I noticed some girls were huddled around one of the rooms belonging to a girl named Sarah. I moved beside Mary and looked in and gasped seeing some of Mr. Heisenberg's men helping the badly beaten girl up from the floor.

"Good lord what happened?" I asked. Mary shook her head.

"Some man beat her senseless. Shauna's talking with Mr. Heisenberg downstairs." she informed. I had to think this situation was taken care of, so I continued on down the hall and down the stairs. I needed to quickly wash the mess and then head back up to my room to continue working. I saw Shauna and Mr. Heisenberg talking and so my plan was to get to the back of the house without bothering anyone.

"Minnie?" I hear Shauna call out. I paused and turned to face her. She called me over and I walked over, keeping the clean dress bunched up and over my crotch.

"Yes ma'am?" I asked. She motioned upstairs.

"You see, Sarah? You hear or see anything?" she asked. Mr. Heisenberg had glanced down at the bunched-up dress. He had a cigar in his mouth and blew smoke from his nostrils. I shook my head.

"No ma'am. Just finished with a John… I'm a little dirty is it alright if I go was up? I'll be quick." I replied and she huffed and nodded.

"Alright hurry up then." she said and I nodded and turned and made sure to move slowly as to not arouse any questions. But from how the German looked at me, I knew he knew.