Tammy could see that there were human skulls dangling from the ceiling of that dark and creepy ceiling.

She could tell they were real.

There was other torture equipment on a long table that ran the entire length of the wall furthest from the entrance – equipment that the little nigger cunt could not immediately identify.

"You ever been with a man?"

"Pardon me, Master?"

"You ever been fucked?"

"Yes, Master."

"I suppose your last master popped your cherry."

"No, Master. I got me a man."

"Who?"

"His name be Jonah."

"Oh, yes. He's been fucking you? Good. I hope he knocks you up and you make babies like a bunny. I could use a little return on some of my cunt investment. Seems like I should get more out of the deal than a sore cock."

"Yes, Master," Tammy said – even though she was not entirely sure what he was talking about.

"I remember Jonah. The big buck I bought at the same time I got you. The one with the good teeth. I like good teeth in the mouth of my slaves. It looks good when I have company over."

"Yes, Master."

"That's something I should tell you know, because you are going to have to know sooner or later. I throw a lot of parties and there are a lot of male guests. You will be doing domestic chores during these parties, serving food and drinks. But that's not all. Remember, when I have company, you must obey all of the guests just as you would obey me."

"Yes, Master."

"If one of them, or three of them for that matter, men I mean, want to take you down here and whip you and fuck you, then that is their right. If you disobey I'll just have to cut off old Jonah's gonads – and then he won't be no good to your cunt no more."