Chapter Three
“Get up, you lazy cunt!” Carlos yelled as his foot slammed into my ribs. “You have work to do. There’s eggs and grits in your bowl. Eat it and go relieve yourself so you can get started. Come on. Let’s go. After all, slaves work without stopping from dawn to dark. This isn’t a country club, so get your worthless ass in gear or you’ll feel my whip across your butt again.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled.
When all that was done they took me out to the runway and hooked the block to my balls once more.
“Please, Sir, not again.”
“Get going or I’ll help you along with the whip. And don’t touch that chain with your hands.”
This time my ankles weren’t hobbled and my hands were free but it didn’t make it much easier on my balls. With a solid pull I got the fiendish block in motion. The g
