Plantation Slaves

By Powerone

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ISBN 9781615082377
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Copyright (C) 2007,10 Powerone
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Before the Civil War split the United States, slavery was a great legal wrong. A Supreme Court decision on State's Rights ruled that as chattel were property in the states where it was legal, they must be returned if they fled to a state where it was illegal. In Charleston, new arrivals from Africa quickly learned of the cruelty of their white masters. "The General," the patriarch of a large plantation in Mississippi, and his family can do literally anything they like. Punished for resistance, by law these newly minted Americans were subject to their masters. This novel is a cry to never forget the days when nothing was off limits for those who owned others. Nor were the sadistic desires of a plantation's rulers limited to their slaves. Through mortgages and other unfair practices, no one, male or female, chattel or "poor white trash," could escape the unchecked whims of those who had had too much power for too long. And despite all the Masters' efforts, a dream of retribution and revenge still burned in one man's heart. A disturbing, yet hypnotic read.


CHAPTER 1

Capture and the Trip to America

Ebutto and his men surrounded the small village and checked it out for days until he knew exactly how many men were there. He was a slave trader, earning his living capturing blacks and selling them to Europeans who waited on their ships in the harbor one hundred miles from here. He cared little that he was enslaving his own people; the money paid was making him, as well as his men, wealthy beyond their wildest imagination.

Lebino reported to him an hour ago. “There are almost fifty of them. Twenty men, but they carry crude spears and bows, no match for our guns. Most are young bucks, good for the fields in America. We will probably have to kill one or two until they see the futility of their efforts and surrender, hoping that we are only trying to steal their meager food. Thirty women; ten of them too old to even make the trip to the harbor. The other twenty will do well, ten of them young girls just blooming into womanhood. The whites will pay top dollar for them, especially if they are virgins.” Lebino, a ruthless slaver whose callous manner was unmatched, was the second in command next to Ebutto. His only compassion was limited to getting the new slaves to the harbor in good condition so the whites would pay top dollar for them. He rarely touched any of the girls, money more important than taking the virginity of a black girl.

"Then it is settled, we will attack when the sun just starts going down. Most will be eating, unprepared for us. Kill the first two bucks that come out of their huts which should make the rest of them pause long enough for us to gather them up.” Ebutto looked over at the pile of chains. “Get them ready. We will need to control them quickly.” He already had another twenty prisoners just on the other side of the ridge. Once they finished here, it would be time for the long march back to the coast. If they pushed hard, they could make the port in five days, four if the good weather held up. His men numbered just twenty, but the chains and their guns gave them superiority, and their brutal nature put fear in even the hardiest buck. “Make this quick and clean, and by next week we will be sitting in a tavern drinking the white man's liquor, a pretty black girl on her knees servicing our cocks."

It was over in a matter of minutes; the sharp report of the guns scaring the men as they ran from their huts, spears in their hand. The first two fell to the ground, clutching at the blood that gushed from their chest. The women were screaming, grabbing the few small children as if they could protect them. His men rushed into the village; the butt of their rifles smashed into three men before all the rest surrendered. Ebutto's men made them kneel on the ground as the chains were quickly placed on their arms and legs; small iron locks permanently securing them. The women were next; shocked looks on their faces as they cowered in fear. Ebutto looked at each one as they were chained, counting mentally in his head the money they would make. There were ten young girls; five of them would command a high price because their skin brown, not black. The whites preferred the pale brown skin. The chains pulled their arms behind their backs; their small, budding, naked breasts capped by pointed nipples. Though almost naked, Ebutto would dress them completely before selling them; again, the whites’ preference that they be fully clothed. The females knew little of shame and humiliation from baring their naked bodies, but the whites would soon teach them. That and the perverse acts that would be committed upon their bodies. He had heard that the whites loved to take a girl in the ass. How disgusting. Why would anyone want to stick his cock up her ass when she had a perfectly good pussy for fucking, a hole built for the purpose? No matter, the whites were only good for their money.

The ship was almost full; the Captain loaded the last of the slaves. The females were placed in one hold, the males in another. He didn't have a large enough crew to outnumber the male slaves, but the chains and the bars would be enough. He would cut their rations and water, making them weak until they were a few days from America. Only then would he begin to fatten them for the slave auction. He hoped it would be a smooth sail, but there were already a few problems that would have to be addressed. A public whipping on the deck, male or female, it didn't matter, was necessary to get their continued cooperation. Over three hundred were jammed into the two holds; cots stacked and lined up; each one of the slaves was chained to the thick wooden bed frames. A can would be passed twice a day for them to relieve themselves, food given at the same time. They didn't want to risk an escape, not that they could go far.

The ship set sail with little fanfare, the harbor full of other slave ships all waiting to fill their holds with black slaves, most destined to the American South to be sold to farm the lands. The Captain spied one ship with the bright flag of a Middle Eastern country; that being the only difference from the others anchored in the harbor. The dark-skinned sailors bustled about the deck as they passed it. The Captain knew of them. They bought slaves, but not for farming. They took the young black girls and boys, very young, not even entering puberty yet. They were bought for the Sultans in the desert, bought to satisfy the perverse sexual pleasures they would inflict on them. Young bodies to be raped by adult cocks, thick flesh tearing into immature organs. He had even heard that they paid top dollar for white girls, blonde prepubescent girls. They had an intense hatred for whites and took out this hatred on the young girls that were captured. They sent the girls to the Middle East to be tortured and raped; their life spans short and painful.

As they set out into the open ocean, the sails billowed as they caught the warm breeze. The crew settled into a routine once the ship glided over the blue waters. Only a week passed before there was trouble below the decks. One of the girls tried to escape and attempted to meet her buck who was being held in the other hold. Both were brought up onto the upper deck, the crew assembled for the public whipping. The Captain knew that his men enjoyed whipping a lovely girl, stripping her naked first; the whip visiting the most intimate parts of her body as she screamed in pain.

They had taught her the white man's language, and she knew just enough words to understand what they wanted. There were a couple of other girls from her village, but the majority of them were strangers. The hold smelled bad, the cots cramped together. She had tried to escape one day when they brought in the cans for their waste, slipping out when they unlocked her chains for short minutes. She had hidden to one side, another girl making a commotion and snuck out the door before anyone saw her. She was going to meet her husband and hoped that he was as successful as she in escaping. She wasn't sure how they would get off the boat, but her newfound freedom made her giddy.

"Grab him,” the guards ran over and grabbed the black buck as he hid behind the crates in the hold. They surrounded him, their pistols pointed at him, coaxing him out from behind the large wooden crate. They were surprised when the girl came out after him. “Damn, how did she get loose?” They put the chains back on them. “Take them up on the deck. We're going to have a whipping party.” The sailors were excited at the thought of witnessing the whipping of the lovely girl. The First Mate was an expert with a whip, able to make the tip of the long strands go anywhere he wanted it to go. He would make sure it visited every intimate nook and cranny in the lovely girl's body before she was sent back down into the hold.

The Captain looked at the young girl, his cock shoved hard against his tight pants. Her skin was jet black. Her hair was short and kinky, cut close to her scalp. She was dressed in the standard dress given to the slaves by her captors, a thin shift that did little to hide the body underneath. He was sure that she wore only thin white panties, one size for all. Her hips were beginning to blossom into womanhood; a nice ass jutted the back of the dress out. The chains holding her hands behind her back forced her chest out, small titties pushed out the thin fabric of the dress. But he could make out large nipples that tried to shrink in fear. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she knew she was in trouble. He looked over at the buck she was with. Tall, over six feet, large muscular arms and legs. He would have been dangerous if he didn't have the thick iron chains on his arms and legs. He wore a short loincloth around his waist, but it could barely cover the massive weapon that was so boldly outline by the small garment. It was an old wives tale that all blacks had big cocks, but this one was truly exceptional. He hated to ruin such fine specimens, but he needed to show the others the futility of escape. The battered bodies of these two thrown back into the holds would keep the rest of them submissive until they got to America.

"String up the buck,” the First Mate eager to get the whipping of the male over with first. Then he could concentrate on dragging out the exquisite torture of the lovely girl. Then she would service his cock with her mouth, her other organs too beaten into a pulp to fuck.

It took five of them to tie him up, the black powerful. Finally, they clubbed him over the head knocking him unconscious; they were able to put him in the ropes before he regained consciousness. He was strung up between the two posts a foot thick; his arms spread wide to the massive beams that jutted out from the deck. The thick iron rings hung high on the posts, heavy nuts on the other side to hold the bolts in place, securing it without fail. His arms were pulled tight; his muscles in the upper arms so taut that they almost tore. His legs were next, yanked harshly to the side until the ropes were pulled through the rings on the bottom of the posts. The sailors enjoyed pulling them wide, getting back at him for putting up such a fight. He was gaining consciousness, finding his legs spread so wide that he was almost split up the middle. One of the sailors yanked off the loincloth, leaving him naked, his back to the First Mate. His ass cheeks were yawned apart. But it was the spread of his legs that showed his balls hanging down. They looked like a large bag with wiry black hair covering the black, wrinkled skin. Even his cock hung down, far below his balls; the massive weapon large even when it was soft. He looked over his shoulders at his wife, she was held tight between two sailors and one of them openly fondled one of her small breasts as she struggled. He had hatred in his staring gaze as he eyed the First Mate, but could do little except wear himself out struggling.

"Whip the black bastard!” The sailors that gathered around wanted to see blood. They didn't want to run into this angry black again and hoped that the First Mate would whip him so severely that he would be no good until they arrived in America.

The First Mate picked up his trusty bull whip, a loud report heard as he snapped it to one side. The curled leather whip shot out to snap off a chunk of the thick wooden railing. He moved behind the buck and checked the distance. He would start with his back, then his calves moving up to his thighs. He would finally dance the whip between his legs. He loved the high-pitched scream he could extract from even the hardiest buck when the whip found its target between the legs and caught the dangling balls or his asshole. Finally, he would curl the tip of his whip around his cock, hitting the fat flesh with precision. He wouldn't be servicing any of the girls soon after that.

The buck bit his lip as the whip struck his back slicing a deep gouge along the black skin. As it grew red, the blood dripped from the welt. The First Mate moved down, two inches lower, a new line going from right to left. A grunt issued from the buck this time. He counted the stripes along his back, ten of them from his shoulders down to his waist. The welts were turning red, blood running down in rivulets. The buck screamed at the next blow, the First Mate working the whip downward, cutting across at least five of the welts. “Yes, now the black bastard will sing for us.” The First Mate became more enthused, the whip moving with greater power, each time trying to extract a louder scream from the large buck. He was singing nicely now; his screams almost hoarse by time the First Mate had lashed him vertically ten times. His back was a checkerboard of welts and blood. His wife was pleading in her unintelligible tongue, the sailors holding her tight as she cried. They ignored her pleas, the one sailor still rubbing her little tittie even as she begged for her husband's pardon. The buck had forgotten about his wife by this point, the pain overriding.

The whip curled around each leg, starting at the calf and bit into his muscular flesh as he shuddered. The First Mate moved up to his knee, going to the other leg until both of his lower legs were scarred a bright red from the whip. He went to work on the thighs; the muscles tightened by the buck before the First Mate found its target. He screamed as the end of the whip lashed the inside of his thighs, moving up and down the flesh.

The buck's body screamed out in pain, his head grew dizzy as he endured the terrible whipping. The whip was so close to his sex that he could feel the breeze as it swung by. The sharp, painful bite of the whip on his thigh made him scream again. He could feel the blood running down his legs.

The First Mate was ready for the final whipping, his favorite part. This is where he taught them to fear their white masters. He swung the whip up from the floor and it went between the legs of the black buck. The First Mate could almost feel the ship shaking as the buck's body went into a spasm when the tip of the whip found its intended target. It struck his balls, the whip lashing at the unprotected flesh with a powerful thud that sent his twin balls shooting painfully into his stomach. This would be one buck that would not make any girl pregnant again.

"EEEEEEEWWWWWW.” It sounded like a girl screaming, but it was the hardy buck. The whip caught him in his balls; the shooting pain in his stomach horrific. He was sure that his balls were crushed. Another blow caught his balls again, ruining whatever chance he might have had for children. He threw up as his stomach churned in pain. The next blow caught him in the ass and it felt like a hot poker was shoved up his hole. He couldn't even scream any longer, the whip returning to dance all around his asshole. He pissed on the floor unable to control his bladder. He finally passed out with the second strike of the whip on his cock. The first one had curled around the head of his cock and felt like a knife cut the head off, the whip damaging his once proud cock forever.

"Cut him down. Throw some salt brine on the wounds and put him back in the hold with the others. Let him be a lesson for them. Cut the rations by half for the others.” The buck slumped to the ground when they cut him down. They hauled him off, throwing buckets of water on the deck to wash away the blood, readying for the next victim.

"Give me the black bitch. String her up, spread and naked. I'm going to enjoy her.” The First Mate's cock was hard at the thought of whipping her.

The sailors stripped her naked as she fought them, enjoying her cries as they ripped the clothes from her body. Even though they had never felt shame at being naked, the girls quickly learned after only a short time in clothes. It was probably the way the men looked at them with lust in their eyes. She was strung like her boyfriend between two posts, the posts for the females lower and closer together. But they would still feel like their bodies were being split up the middle as the ropes held their limbs spread eagle. The First Mate admired her small ass, her hips blossoming into fullness. What he lusted for most was her pink pussy that was so prominently displayed against her black skin. They had pushed her upper body forward, her waist bent over a low bar so that her cute ass was arched up as if she was begging to have her ass whipped. With the spread of her legs, her pussy was opened up from the rear as well as her tiny asshole that was barely visible between her spread cheeks.

The First Mate went behind her; his hands freely ran over her taut ass cheeks and felt her muscles flex as she tried to hide her treasures from his calloused hands. He slapped her ass until he could feel the heat in her skin. “Just to warm you up, my black bitch.” He stepped back and took a 20-inch thong whip, 12 strands hanging down from the handle. He liked this one for close quarters. The second whip he would use would have spiked tails, each strand having an iron spike on the end. It would tear into her tender flesh.

The first blow on her back elicited a scream from her lips. The leather strands left red welts visible even on her black skin. Like the buck, he started at her shoulders, working down her back to her waist never pausing between blows. He stopped only to change hands; the whip moved down vertically now, the welts crisscrossing as her screams became louder. Her legs were next as he moved down to her delicate ankles and calves. The strands wrapped around her legs drawing a scream from her lips each time he struck. He enjoyed whipping her thighs next. He knew her flesh was tender there and he took time to put all of his strength behind each blow. She shook and trembled as he worked over her thighs until she was blubbering loudly, her screams hoarse. “Turn her around. Let me work on the front.” He relished this part of the whipping.

Her struggling increased when she realized where the First Mate was going to whip next. Her breasts and sex were openly exposed, her limbs spread. One of the sailors plucked at her nipples until they became erect in spite of her trying to stop the urge.

"Such tempting targets.” The First Mate picked up a thong whip, this time the one with spiked tails. She would soon fear the whites. His aim was careful and deliberate as the twelve whip strands struck across her small titties. Two of the whip strands found her erect nipples, the iron spikes tore into the sensitive flesh. Blood gushed from the nipples as her body shook and her blood-curdling scream rang out into the open sea. The other sailors openly fondled their organs as they watched the naked girl being whipped. The whip moved down over her belly, the girl sucking in her gut as if she could somehow escape the next lash of the whip. The spikes gouged her flesh, the First Mate moving back up to strike her titties making them bounce as she screamed in pain. Her nipples shimmered brightly with blood. For five minutes, the First Mate worked above her waist, taking his time, but his eyes continued to stare at her pink, naked gash. Soon he would enjoy making the whip visit the tender flesh between her legs.

He picked up a leather slapper, about two inches wide. He wanted to tenderize her pussy, working up gradually in pain. He didn't want her passing out on him. He swung it up between her legs; her body jerked up in the air as it caught her between her legs, slapping hard between her lips and attacking her inner lips with a vengeance. Her scream was priceless; the black bitch never realized the cruelty of her white masters. Three more times he beat her pussy with the slapper, the pink flesh now a bright red. He picked up a studded paddle. Hard leather three inches wide, iron studs every inch along the leather sticking out over a half an inch. He would draw blood this time.

She was babbling incoherently, forgetting the little English they taught her. Her body was in so much pain; she never believed that anyone would whip a girl between her legs. Now he had a leather paddle with iron studs in them. She watched it move up between her legs as if it were in slow motion. The paddle hit with a loud resounding thud, the First Mate making sure that he dragged the studs up between her parted lips before he pulled back. For a moment, there was no feeling and then it hit her. The pain rushed to her brain. It felt like her insides were on fire, her sex wet, sure that she was bleeding. She didn't have a chance to recover before another blow struck her between her legs. The First Mate rubbed the cruel studs along her slit, the metal studs aggravating her tender inner flesh. Four times he struck her pussy before he put the paddle down and picked up the thong whip again. The one with the spiked tails. She begged him, rambling in her native tongue, but the First Mate just smiled as he rubbed his cock.

The first blow of the whip was between her legs, but he moved in close, making sure that the strands slid up between the cheeks of her ass to dance over her asshole. Her scream confirmed his accuracy; her pee ran down her legs as she lost control of her bladder. Another blow and she was sure that the spikes were driving deep into her asshole, tearing the tiny hole as it entered her. He moved back. The next time the whip hit, it caught her on her pussy. Not just between her lips, but on her hole, the end of the thongs striking the dark hole with the vengeful spikes. Her body bounced up and down as she screamed, the tight bondage giving her very little freedom.

Cum arced onto the deck as some of the sailors came from their masturbation, unable to control their orgasm as the First Mate whipped her cunt. She was hardly screaming any longer, her voice gone from the first half hour of screaming. The whip lashed at her sex and tore the flesh until it bled. The First Mate saved the last for the best. He picked up a riding crop specially cut for him. The two-inch crop was cut to only a half-inch wide, made especially for precision. He picked it up, aimed carefully, the girl's frightened eyes on it as it rose up from the floor. It hit her with the precision of many years of practice, the harsh leather crop hitting her squarely on her clit. Her mouth opened to scream, but a second blow to her clit sent her into oblivion and she fainted before the First Mate could enjoy her pain. They cut her down and spread her out on the deck. The First Mate inspected her, turned her over and his fingers entered her bloodied asshole with ease, her muscles already whipped into submission. Back on her back, her legs drawn up, the First Mate shove four fingers into her bloody pussy and tore the flesh that was not already whipped. He couldn't even find her clit, just a bloody stump where it was.

She was starting to come around when the First Mate knelt over her, his knees on each side of her head. His cock jutted in her face, his hands shoved her mouth open; then his hips pumped his rigid cock into her mouth and down her throat before she became conscious. He fucked her mouth and throat until he spilled his cum into her unwilling mouth. She passed out two more times, this time from lack of air, as thirty sailors fucked her mouth and throat before they were finished with her. She was thrown back into the hold, her body a bloodied mess to serve as a reminder to the other black females that the only way to survive was to submit to the whites.

There was no more trouble on the rest of the voyage, the ship pulling into the harbor of Charleston, South Carolina on a clear sunny day, the Captain eager to off load his cargo of blacks at the Slave Mart.

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CHAPTER 2

Slave Auction

Samuel owned the Old Slave Mart, located between Church and State Street, the only slave auction gallery in South Carolina. People came from over a hundred miles away every two weeks because he had the best slaves for sale. And the most submissive. Every one of his slaves was with him for two weeks before he put them up for auction. They soon learned of the punishment for disobedience, Samuel making sure that at least one male and one female were punished the first day of a fresh batch of arrivals. Just like the Captains on the ships did. The blacks soon learned the lesson. They learned as quickly as any other animal. He had a good load of females, over forty of them. Fifteen were prizes, light brown skin, ten of them young girls that had just bloomed into womanhood. They would fetch a good price, but they required special treatment. Each girl was bathed, scrubbed and furnished with new clothes. They would be paraded on a stage like the others, but they would require a more titillating presentation to the bidders, their bodies stripped naked as they were displayed to attract the highest bids. And then there were the private inspection rooms, where the wealthiest bidders could inspect any girl or buck they desired to see more intimately. Many females would use the inspection rooms to check the bucks, their slim, white hands stroking large black cocks until they grew erect. Though it was never spoken in polite society, many white women took the black bucks to service their sexual needs. Only the largest and hardest cocks would pass muster for them. The girls would have all of the orifices probed, tested for tightness and elasticity. They too would serve the Master's lust, some of them even providing sexual gratification to the mistress of the house. Or the daughter of the mistress. That was none of his concern. He just provided his customers with a good product, just like the general store owner down the street.

General Joshua Lee Johnston owned one of the largest plantations in Mississippi. Though he was called “General” by most, even his family, he had long retired from the Army. It was a long distance to travel for a slave auction, but he had always been successful with Samuel's slaves and it was almost like a family outing to go to one of these auctions. His wife had passed a few years ago. He was sixty years old, but still a strong, virile man. His plantation was so large that the nearest town was almost a day's ride, so visitors were not very frequent. He took his lust out on the slaves, finding the most desirable light-skinned beauties to accommodate him. He would stroll the corridors of the female slave quarters deciding which would girl would receive his manhood. With him on this trip were his eldest son, Jerry Lee, and his eldest daughter, Madison. Jerry Lee was in his late thirties, married to a lovely girl named Kaitlyn, though the General suspected that she did little to satisfy his sexual desires. Jerry Lee did nothing to hide his lust from his wife who often aided him in deflowering a lovely virgin. Madison was a spirited girl, in her late twenties, unmarried, almost a spinster by society rules. It wasn't that she didn't have beaus, many a man called on her, her beauty unparalleled in the state. But none lived up to her expectations, Madison doing as much to run the plantation as Jerry Lee. She was mean spirited, but with the blacks you needed that to keep them in line. After all, they had over 15o blacks in comparison to the twenty whites on the plantation. Fear was the only thing that kept them in line.

Samuel eyed Madison when she walked into the auction house. All you had to follow were the heads of all the men as they turned to see the beauty as she passed. She wore a white dress, her bare shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage displayed for all eyes that sought her out. The dress clung to her full hips and butt, not a soft cock among the crowd as she passed by. She had a lustful body and she knew it, flaunting it for all to see. But Samuel knew that she would require one of the private inspection rooms, knowing that she was always interested in a new buck. The General and Jerry Lee would also require their own rooms, the General preferring the light-brown girls, Jerry Lee loving the jet-black girls. Samuel knew that the General would take many of the slaves today, all of the best ones as he paid top dollar. Few could afford to outbid him and few would dare. It was not a good idea to be on the wrong side of the General. The General and his family sat in the first row, cushioned chairs placed especially for him. The auction was about to begin.

The General wrote down numbers as they passed, the older women would serve well in the kitchen feeding the staff and serving them. A few older black men would do well fixing the farm instruments. He had found five that he would consider after closer inspection. The bucks were next, Madison sitting up in her chair more alert now.

Samuel brought out his prize bucks, seeing Madison's eyes perk up as the half-naked blacks were pushed out onto the stage. They wore only a loincloth, doing little to hide their package from those in the audience. The first had to weigh at least two hundred pounds, but it was all muscle, his thighs thick as well as his arms. The muscles rippled on his chest. He was the best one Samuel had. Many of the strong, muscular ones had a small cock, this one was an exception. His cock rivaled the rest of his body. He nodded to Madison, seeing her scribble the number on her pad. The buck would be lucky to feel the soft hands of Madison curling around his thick cock in one of the private rooms until he shot his sperm into the air in front of him.

Jerry Lee saw five girls that interested him, lovely, pure black beauties with firm breasts and full hips. They would be put in the house, cleaning or cooking, their bodies available for anyone that wanted to avail themselves of their black flesh. They would also be sturdy enough to withstand the punishment; the General and Jerry Lee loved to indulge in more perverse acts on the reluctant girls. They both loved the bondage and whipping and it excited them. The screams made their cocks harder, the girls willing to do anything to stop the pain. Jerry Lee scribbled down the numbers excitedly; his cock stirred in his pants at the thought of intimately exploring their naked bodies in one of the exam rooms with hopes of finding a few that were virgins in at least one of their holes.

The General's cock grew thick in his pants as they brought out the light, brown-skinned girls. He had a wide selection to choose from; settling on eight of them to inspect privately hoping to find four to his liking. They would have to be virgins in the ass, but still have an elastic passage that could accommodate his thick cock. The one that stirred his emotions the most was named Mary.

Mary was embarrassed as they took her clothes from her. Before she was captured she wore little; none of the people in her village paid any special attention to naked or near-naked bodies. The whites were different. As soon as she was captured, they gave her a dress to cover her from her neck to her ankles. And when it was removed, the whites looked at her body with lust in their eyes, not even trying to hide their cocks as their organs grew from watching her. Some of them openly fondled their organs as she was forced to strip naked and take a bath. Mary was at least grateful to clean herself before they brought her up on the stage; the trip on the large boat was unbearable, cramped in the tiny hold with too many other women. She knew the cruelty of the whites already; too many times she saw her friends whipped until their bodies were cut to ribbons, her best friend died from the whipping she received on the ship.

She knew of Master, Samuel they called him. All the others listened to him, so she did also, doing whatever he said. She was marched out onto the stage, dressed in a clean white dress that had strange buttons down the front from her neck down to her ankles. She looked out from the stage, whites sitting facing the stage, all of their eyes on her.

"Good girl, Mary.” He stroked her black hair, pushing it from her face. She was a real beauty. He was sure that the General would take her. “This one is called Mary. A fair-skinned girl with a lovely body. She'll accommodate a man real good on those cold and lonely nights. A virgin in all her holes, only receiving gentle probing to test her elasticity. She knows her place and will accommodate the most perverse acts with little force, though some might like to use more force.” Samuel turned her around in a slow circle, first to the side, his hand smoothing down the dress over her breast until they could see the outline of the firm flesh. “Nice firm titties made for suckling.” He turned her again until her back was to the group. His hand casually ran over her ass cheeks pushing the dress into the naked crack of her ass until it was outlined by the thin fabric. He didn't give them undergarments, which would just be another garment to strip from them. “Nice firm ass. Made to ride hard.” He turned back her until she was facing forward. “Spread your legs, Mary.” She obeyed obediently, her legs spreading slightly. It was enough so his fingers could trace up and down her mound. “A nice, virgin pussy. She will prove to be a delight to deflower."

Mary didn't understand half of what he was saying, just picking up various words. But the meaning in his hands were unmistakable, running over her body like a lover would, pawing at her breasts, her ass and even between her legs. She gritted her teeth, spreading her legs in spite of turning red in shame as his fingers slid along her slit. Her hands went into fists as he began to unbutton her dress, the buttons flying open as his experienced fingers plucked each small button open.

He could see the fear in her eyes as he began to strip her naked to the waist for the bidders. He whispered into her ear. “Be a good girl or I'll skin you alive with the whip. You want to feel a bull whip between those lovely thighs?” She looked at him, the fear of God in her eyes. He pulled back the sides of her dress until her naked breasts were slowly revealed, one hand going in the dress to pull each of her firm, brown breasts into the light of the day. “Look at those lovely brown tits. Big areolas like targets on them.” His fingers plucked at her nipples until he felt them becoming erect. He began to pinch each one; Mary's lips clenched as she bore the pain in her nipples. “Lovely tips that can take lots of abuse.” He twisted one nipple until she cried out in pain. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down over her hips letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

She felt shame as all of the eyes of the whites looked at her naked and trembling on the stage. Samuel's hand returned to her breast and fondled her naked orb as she clenched her hands at her side. His fingers hurt her as he squeezed too hard, her nipple pinched while she grimaced in pain.

"And look at that pussy. Thick, wiry black hair doing little to hide the pink insides.” He slapped the inside of her thigh. “Open up and show us that virgin pussy.” He slapped harder until she complied, her legs spreading wider as her pussy lips pulled back to give all the bidders a look at the pink insides glistening against her brown skin. “Now you hold real still for me,” he warned her quietly. His finger moved between her legs, feeling her jerk when he touched her pussy. “Still,” another warning. His finger found her slit, pushing aside the puffy lips to run up and down her full lips. “Nice slick pussy. She gets wet easily.” He was surprised that her arousal began to flow, his finger drenched by her moist, hot insides. “She'll fuck real good for you.” He peeled apart her lips until everyone could see the pure pink flesh revealed.

It was hard to stay still as his fingers played over her sex, his fingers pinching her lips too hard, yanking them harshly apart. She felt the cool air of the room on her inner lips; ashamed at how she must look. She looked at the whites, all eyes on her sex, none of them even seeing her look at them. His fingers slid up and down her slit as they stirred an emotion in her that she tried to quench, but it was hard. His finger was sliding with ease up and down her slit, getting her wet as much as she fought the urge.

"And a virgin hole. Barely able to take my little finger in before I hit her hymen. It will be a joy to bust her cherry and hear her scream as you fuck her for the first time. A virgin always remembers the cock that busts her open for the first time.” Samuel turned her around until her naked ass was facing the bidders. He slapped her ass, Mary's defiant face turning towards him with hatred in her eyes. “Settle down, bitch, or I'll have them skin you alive.” He slapped her other cheek, the loud crack filling the room. “A nice firm ass. Made for spanking. Or more.” His fingers tugged on her cheeks, prying them open as she fought his powerful fingers. “Nice crack. And look at that lovely asshole. A pink little hole meant to be fucked. Fucked hard and often."

Her shame was complete as he pulled her cheeks apart and revealed her tiny backside for all of them, hearing his words about fucking her. Did he really mean that the white man would put his cock in her backside? She was swung around; her naked breasts bounced as she faced the front again. Samuel pushed her to the side of the stage, one of the other whites taking her away as another girl was brought onto the stage.

The General wanted Mary, the thought of defiling all of her holes made his cock ready to burst from his trousers. He watched the rest of the girls, but none took his breath away as Mary did. He wrote more numbers down though, finishing up with the required number to inspect, Mary at the top of that list.

"Let's split up for some closer inspections. Find what you want and we'll meet Samuel in two hours to complete our purchase. Remember, these blacks have to work not just quench your lust.” The General should talk, his mind only interested in taking his lust out on Mary.

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CHAPTER 3

Closer Inspection

Madison

Madison sat in the examination room, her pussy already wet with desire. The door opened; the big, black buck walked in, two guards behind him. His hands were chained behind his back, the guards not taking any chances with him. She looked at him, broad firm chest, breasts almost as big as hers, but more muscles then flesh. His arms were as big as his thighs, muscles rippling up and down them. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he walked; Madison's eyes moving up to the little loincloth that covered his sex. She could see the bulge in it, knowing that he was not hard, but she would take care of that soon. Not only would they have to have a big cock, but they would have to have staying power. She wanted to feel the thick cock pounding away in her pussy.

"Leave us alone,” Madison dismissing the guards.

"Are you sure, Ma'am? He looks dangerous.” The guards didn't even think they could handle him if he tried anything, the girl would be unable to put up any resistance.

Madison stood in front of him; her eyes staring into his like darts. “You going to be good and do what I say?"

"Yessum, Mistress.” He knew his place. He had seen one black whipped on the ship and then tossed overboard. He had been as big and powerful as he was, yet they killed him without hesitatation. The whites were cruel.

The door closed leaving the two of them alone in the room, Madison knowing the two guards would be just outside. She didn't like to openly display her sexual preferences in front of a crowd.

"I'm thinking of buying you as my slave. Do you know what I want in a slave?” Her hands were itching to uncover his treasures.

"No, Mistress.” He didn't understand the whites.

She moved closer to him, pushing aside the loincloth until it fell to the floor. She looked down, his limp cock almost seven inches long and as big around as her hand. “I like a black stud with a big cock. One that can hold out."

He felt his cock beginning to stir, the white lady looking down at his naked flesh. Did she really want him to fuck her? “I'll be good for you, Mistress."

"I'm going to test you. My hand is going to play with your cock. I want you to hold off cumming for as long as you can. No matter what I do."

It had been a long time since he came. Just before he was captured and put on the ship. “I'll do good, Mistress.” He shuddered as he watched her slim white hand slide down and grip his cock. He got hard instantly, never feeling such a soft hand on his prick. And white, the fingers curling around his shaft as it thickened with her light touch.

She unveiled the monstrous cock, thick veins running up the shaft, blood pounding in them as his prick swelled in her hand. The head was as thick as her fist, a hard ridge running around it, a tingle between her legs as she imagined how it would feel when the thick head pulled out of her pussy clinging to her insides. She couldn't fit her fingers around it but was content to just rub as it grew from her gentle ministration. It was over nine inches and still growing, the shaft thickening as her hand began to slide up and down the massive shaft, her fingers tightening on the flesh. “Spread your legs. I'm gonna feel your balls."

He moved instantly to obey, his legs spreading until his ball sack hung down, defenseless. Her hands were gentle as she squeezed his balls, spreading his legs wider to accommodate her hand. He felt her seeking out his twin balls, her fingers making them move around in the ball sack, finally pinching the loose skin until the balls were trapped. She tapped them lightly but painful enough to make his stomach turn.

His cock jerked in her hand when she grabbed his twin balls, squeezing them hard, wanting to test him. Her hand made broad strokes up and down his cock, her fingers tightening as they ran over the ridge, a fingernail scratching just under the head making his cock jerk in unexpected pain. She looked down at his heavy ball sack, the skin wrinkled and covered in thick, black, curly hair. She could only imagine the feeling of his balls slamming hard against her asshole as he fucked her. She used two hands to hold his cock, a sharp fingernail running along the ridge of his cock, just on the soft underside.

It felt like she was cutting him with a knife, her fingernail slicing along the tender skin just under the ridge. His cock jerked and shuddered in her hand, but he clenched his sphincter as he fought the urge to cum. He saw her nail go to the head of his cock, his muscles tight as he waited for the sharp pain he knew was coming. Her fingernail dug into the piss slot on his cock, feeling like she was pushing a dagger inside the hole. He felt a shudder as his cock spewed out a small load of cum onto her fingernail, finally able to stop the orgasm that tried to escape.

She rubbed the wet cum onto his cock, her hand able to slide up and down easier. She could see his chest rising and falling, his muscles taut as he tried to stop the orgasm that she was trying to induce in him. He had leaked out some cum, the fluid thick on her hand, but he was able to hold his erection. One last test and then she would let him cum. Her other hand slid around to cup his powerful buttocks, feeling him flex the twin buns as she grabbed the black flesh. “Hold out a little longer.” Her hand slid around until she found his crack, her finger sliding up and down the sweat drenched crack of his ass, gathering up his moisture.

He didn't know if he could last much longer, especially where her finger was. She was tickling his anus, her fingernail dancing over the tight knot, sending delicious shivers of lust into his swollen balls. They ached, needing to dump his cum on her hand. He bit his lips as he waited for the expected. “EEEEGGG,” his body jerking forward as she pushed her finger into his asshole with a quick snap that took his breath away. Her hand was stroking his cock quicker, the cum building in his balls as he felt the uncomfortable feeling as her finger wormed in his rectum, massaging the tight knot of his prostrate. She would push down hard on the muscle making his cock dance in her hand. The finger dug deeper into his asshole, pushing in his tight passage.

His asshole sucked her finger into the hot depths. She stroked his cock quicker taking full strokes; her fingernail racing over the head of his cock feeling it jerk and shudder in her hand. He was ready to cum. “Good boy. Cum for me now.” She dug a second finger in his asshole and that was all that was needed. His head rose up as he bellowed out his lust, her hand pumping up and down the thick cock as she felt the cum racing up the shaft. His first load of cum shot out into an arc that went at least two feet before it fell to the floor, the ropey mixture splattering on the clean floor. She pumped his cock harder, a second load shooting out and the head of his cock glistening in the light as another load of cum splattered on the floor. She twisted her fingers in his asshole, feeling his sphincter tightly grip her fingers as he came a third and final time. It looked like gallons of cum on the floor, Madison only imaging what it would feel like to have her pussy filled with his abundant sperm.

She finally pulled her fingers out of his asshole, looking down to see all his cum on the floor. He opened his mouth as her fingers came to his lips, knowing he had no choice if he wanted her to buy him. He licked her soiled fingers until she pulled them out.

"Lick the cum from the floor.” She watched as he obeyed just as if he were a little boy, his face pressed against the floor as his tongue lapped up the thick cum that coated it. She tapped his naked ass when he finished. “You did good.” She opened the door, the guards taking him away, his loincloth still missing, his flaccid cock hanging down almost to his knees.

The General

The General saved the best for last. He had seen over ten of them, finally deciding on four. They were all young and tender, only one not a virgin, yet her other two holes were. He did buy two older women, needing some more maturity for the household staff. He waited anxiously for Mary, the door finally opening. His cock grew in his pants as he looked at her. She was once again wearing the thin dress, but it failed to hide her lovely body. Her firm tits pushed out the front, nipples from excessive fondling pushed out like hard pebbles. The thin dress clung to her legs, The General's imagination getting the best of him, almost able to make out her slit between her legs as she walked. He let her pass, enjoying the way her ass swayed so seductively, teasing him with the pleasure he would get from taking her in her ass.

Mary was scared when she saw him. He was so much older then the rest of the men that pawed at her body, too often finding her body stripped naked and pushed over a table as sharp fingers violated her private opening until she cried out. They were unconcerned for her, only wanting to test her to see if she were a virgin, though she could have told them that she was. She hated it most of all when they stuck a finger up her backside, shamed as the finger pressed hard on her muscles as she squirmed on the table. It burned, Mary glad when she was released, unable to control the spasms in her tiny hole for minutes afterwards. Master Samuel had told her to be especially nice to this one. He would most like become her Master.

"Leave us alone,” Samuel slipping out the door as the General moved closer to Mary.

"Such a pretty child,” the General pressed close to Mary, his hand running down her long black hair to move it from her face. Her hair was curly, but it hung almost to her waist, the General imagining how she would look naked, her black hair covering her naked breasts, a nipple peaking out from the curly hair. She had such lovely, silky light-brown skin, his hand rubbing her cheek as the frightened girl watched him, her hands in fists at her side. He slid his hand down her back, pushing in the small of her back. “Stand up straight.” He watched as her heaving breasts arched up, the tips pushing hard on the thin fabric.

He forced her body to straighten, her chest pushed out in front of her. Her nipples were sensitive from all the fingers that pinched them, the men forcing them to become erect as Mary resisted. They always pinched too hard making her yelp in pain, but they cared little for her pain. The hand slid lower down her back, below her waist to run over the gentle curve of her buttocks. They had taken her panties, his fingers running over her crack, Mary tightening her buttocks as the hand slid casually over her taut cheeks.

He felt the muscles of her ass tighten up, his cock jerking as he imagined how it would feel to be inside her pussy or asshole when she did that, gripping his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the shaft. He slapped her ass, Mary looking over at him, hatred in her eyes. “Don't deny your body to me,” his voice demanding. His hands returned to her ass cheeks, finding her cheeks relaxed and his finger trailing up and down the sharp fissure of her crack. He ran his hands over her well rounded buttocks. He would delight in whipping and paddling the pert flesh.

His hand was running freely over her ass, Mary fighting to keep her cheeks from involuntarily clenching tight. Her ass still stung from the slap. She shivered each time his finger ran over her anus, still remembering the fingers that probed so harshly in her tight hole. She never understood the whites’ love for such a disgusting hole.

The General left her ass alone. For the moment. His fingers slipped up to her lips, running across her thick lips with his fingertip. She looked at him but didn't do anything to stop him. His fingers slipped into her mouth, pressing against her teeth. “Open your mouth.” She obeyed without question, never realizing his intensions. Two fingers slipped into her mouth, grabbing her slippery tongue and yanking it out until it was out of her lips. His other hand ran over the pink, wet tongue almost clinically. He let go of her tongue, his fingers pushing back into her mouth, three fingers now, pushing and exploring every nook and cranny in her hot mouth. Her lips were stretched wide, tears in her eyes as she endured the probing in her mouth.

She didn't understand what he was doing. She hated the foul taste of his fingers that permeated her mouth, tasting like old tobacco. The fingers pushed so far into her mouth that she had to open wide, fearing he would break her jaw. Her lips were stretched taut around his fingers as they continued to probe deep into her mouth. “AAAAAGGGG.” She gagged, her hands coming up, the General slapping them back down with his free hand. He had shoved his fingers down her throat, Mary choking and gagging as the fingers pushed into her tight passage. His other hand held her head tight so she couldn't escape, the fingers twisting and turning, another retch from deep in her stomach. She felt relief when he pulled his fingers out, but they quickly shot back in, four fingers breaching her throat as her mouth opened wide from the initial gag. “EEEEEGGGGGH.” Her tears stained her cheeks, her eyes opening wide each time she gagged. Why was he doing such a thing?

The General liked the way her throat muscles clung so possessively to his fingers. Her sharp gag thrilled him, twisting his fingers in her tight throat while she choked, tears running down her pain filled face. She would do such delightful things to his cock when he fucked her face and throat, her involuntary contractions rippling along the shaft of his cock. She never got used to his fingers in her throat, a constant belching and choking until he pulled his fingers free. Spit dribbled down her chin, the General wiping it off. He didn't say anything to her.

At least he took his fingers out of her mouth, her stomach still turning from the constant choking. His fingers lightly traced over her full breasts, not harsh like the others, barely touching her. She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling erect as though they were trying to reach out to the fingers that teased so close. She could feel the blood pounding in the tips and almost welcomed his touch.

The General greedily kneaded the resilient mound, his fingers searching out the erect tip of her nipple, his powerful fingers squeezing it until he drew a surprised gasp from Mary's lips. He could feel the almost-naked nipple throbbing beneath his fingertips as Mary hissed between her tightly pain-clenched lips. But her hands stayed at her side. “Such lovely titties.” He released the nipple, his hand still caressing her full breasts, hefting them up and watching as they gently bounced up and down when he released them. His fingers went to her other nipple, teasing the tip until it swelled to his touch, her body shivering, never knowing when he would twist the sensitive flesh.

She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling, the tips abused so much that just the lightest touch would send them erect. She gritted her teeth as she waited for the inevitable pinching, but the hand was surprisingly gentle as it caressed her breasts.

The General slowly unbuttoned the dress, peeling back the material, the generous cleavage of her full, brown breasts revealed to him again. The last buttons tore off, the General too eager to expose her lovely naked flesh. His hands hastily pushed the dress off her shoulders until her two heaving breasts were naked to the bright light of the room. She had dark areolas that covered her tan breasts. They were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were hard and pointed. His hands enjoyed the luxurious feel of her smooth skin as his calloused hands played across her bare breasts. He wished he could take his cock out and make her stroke it, but he would soon have her on the plantation, able to take her and defile her slowly and deliberately.

She felt him tug the dress off her body, Mary standing naked before him. He made her step out of the only garment that covered her naked body, the General stepping back to admire her naked body as he spun her around so he could inspect her front and back.

She had a full bush that covered her mound, black wiry hair, his fingers catching in the strands as they pushed through her bush. A sharp yelp came from her lips as he yanked out errant hairs, the General eager to test her soft insides. He spun her around and forced her to bend over. His hands pulling back her cheeks, feeling her fighting him until he spoke harshly to her, her cheeks going limp in surrender. He pulled the cheeks apart, the tiny mouth of her tightly puckered anus nestled in the tight crevice of her ass cheeks, looking lower to see the pink flanges of her pussy slit beneath. He knelt down between her legs, his hands on the inside of her black, silky thighs, urging them apart. “Spread your legs for me, Mary.” He watched as her pussy unfurled before his eyes. His eyes took in the full swelling curves of her body, her full hips and the black triangle of her bush between her luscious black thighs. He could see her moist juices glistening on the dark, forbidden opening of her vagina and running down the full length of the full, narrow valley of her slit, her puffy black lips pulling back to reveal the pink insides.

She felt his fingers tugging the fleshy outer folds of her lips open, pulling too wide as he gained full access to her inner crevice. “EEEEEH,” sucking in her breath as she felt his fingers flicking at her erect clit. The General gave a quick twist of his wrist, shoving a thick finger up her wide open thighs, skewering it into the hot depths of her pussy until it banged against her innocence, a sharp cry of pain escaping from her lips. Her body tensed as she waited to see if he would bust her hymen, forever taking her innocence from her in such a brutal way. Her body almost sagged down as his finger pulled back, her hymen still intact. His finger teased the wet sensitive walls of her vagina, Mary gasping loudly.

The General could feel her juices as his fingers twisted in her hot, tight hole. She was a virgin; his finger fighting to get inside; her pussy would have to stretch to take his formidable weapon. Her clit was swollen and red almost like a tiny cock. He took his finger out of her pussy. He peeled her cheeks apart until the tiny wrinkled opening to her anus was visible, tiny black hairs ringing the dark hole. His fingers touched her anus lightly, smiling as the tiny hole went into a series of spasms that made the hole appear to open and close.

She couldn't control her own muscles as the finger probed her backside. The fingernail teased around her hole, not like the others stabbing harshly inside her with their sharp fingers. His fingers touched her like no other; Mary was surprised by the nerve endings on her backside. She felt the gentle pressure of the tip of his finger on her anus, slowly his finger becoming more insistent as she waited for the inevitable burning as her anal ring would be forced open to take in the intruder. No matter how much she was expecting it, she still cried out. “AAARRRGGG!” She tried to move to escape the impaling finger but the General moved with her, his finger swirling around in the narrow contracting passage.

The General twisted his finger in her asshole, working excitedly to expand and enlarge it, testing it for elasticity, a greater thickness to come. His finger continued to probe her asshole until he felt Mary groe accustom to it, rocking back and forth on his inward thrust, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.

She didn't understand it, the initial pain going away, just a fullness that was discerning. She found her hips moving with his finger, not understanding her reaction. His other hand snaked around her hips, finding her puffy lips and slipping up and down them, his fingertip exploring her flesh, finding her wetness growing. His finger reached up to her clit, pinching and pulling it until it throbbed. One finger slid down to slip inside her moist channel, sliding inside until it banged against hymen then partially withdrew. It felt strange, two fingers inside her, pushing in and out as if they were trying to meet somewhere deep in her body. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she struggled with the inner turmoil.

She was lubricating nicely on his finger, her asshole feeling like it was trying to suck his finger deeper into the hot depths of her passage. The General pushed into her rectum, massaging the pulsating muscles as his finger continued to finger fuck her virgin pussy. He looked up at her, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving up and down, her breathing erratic. She was going to cum.

It was almost as if she was there by herself and it was her fingers that were playing with her sex. She closed her eyes, letting her body indulge in the pleasure that was building between her legs. Even her nipples swelled from just the gentle breeze blowing on them. All of a sudden it came crashing down on her; her legs quaking as the orgasm raced to her brain. “EEEWWWWW,” she cried out in pleasure, the fingers moving faster, her clit slapped back and forth by a finger as she came again and again. She felt her juices running down her rubbery legs, the fingers inside her the only thing keeping her upright. The finger in her pussy slid out easily, but the one in her ass pulled on her anal ring as it popped out, the burning returning. She collapsed into a naked pile of flesh on the floor, curled up into a ball, shamed by her orgasm.

"You spend nicely, Mary.” The General opened the door, the guards entering, surprised to see Mary's naked body curled up on the floor, her hands clutched between her legs trying to get the small remaining flutters to stop. “She's going with me,” he stated as he walked out the door, his cock needing relief soon.

Jerry Lee

Jerry Lee walked into the room, Samuel and the girl not there yet. He inhaled the smell, his cock growing in his pants as the smell of sweat, cum, and blood assailed his nasal passage. He loved this room, not like the others. This one was desired for the few that liked to inflict pain upon the girls, a wide assortment of various wooden frames and furniture, all built sturdily to hold a naked black female spread and bound, awaiting the touch of a whip on her body. He looked at the wooden floors, dark stains from the previous occupants. He walked over to the large cross in the center of the room. Four sets of black iron chains hung from the corners, the short lengths of chain allowing only a limited amount of movement, thick iron bands dangling from the ends. They would chafe the tender skin of the girl in them, but that would be the least of her problems. Or pain.

Samuel brought Sarah into the room, the look of terror on her face when she came face to face with the wooden cross. She had seen others like it on the ship, the girls and bucks bound spread eagle on them, their bodies whipped, the blood running rivulets to the floor beneath them. “Please, Master,” she begged to Samuel. “I good girl."

Jerry Lee looked at her, the dress doing little to hide the naked body beneath it. “Take it off,” Jerry Lee's voice demanding of the black girl. He saw her hesitate, looking at Samuel as if only he could tell her to do it. He picked up the riding crop, slapping it hard against the wooden frame of the cross, the girl jumping in shock of the harsh noise. “NOW!"

Sarah ripped off some of the buttons on the dress, her fingers opening them in haste. Her arms slid out of the sleeves without hesitation, letting it fall to the floor. She stood trembling, her body covered in goose bumps, not from the cold but the fear that raced through her body. The man looked at her, his eyes traveling from her face to her toes, pausing at her waist. She saw the bulge in his pants as he eyed her naked body. She hated the way the white men looked at her with lust in their eyes. She was still a virgin, but she knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as she was sold, her new master would claim his prize, her innocence, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had seen what happened to blacks that displeased their masters.

Jerry Lee stared lustily at the naked black girl. Her jet-black skin shining in the bright light of the room. His eyes followed her rising and falling rib cage to the black mounds of her breasts, heaving as the scared girl breathed heavily. Her full breasts were capped with large black areolas, the size of silver dollars, each capped by a nipple that swelled erect from the breeze in the room. He loved large tits, perfect targets to be punished and nipples ripe for the bite of harsh clamps. His eyes went down to her slender waist, the flat plane of her stomach, her full hips to then stop at the thick black bush that did little to hide her treasures from his piercing eyes. Her thighs were clenched tightly, but he caught a glimpse of her tempting slit, her pussy lips full. “Turn around and stop."

She turned around; at least she wouldn't have to see his leering eyes intimately exploring her naked body. She stood facing the wooden cross, the terror of what he would do to her so close. She kept her thighs together, her cheeks clenched tight, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing as she waited. She could feel his eyes burning as they stared at her naked ass.

She looked so sexy, her hair covering up half of her naked back, her hourglass figure, the full hips and her well rounded buttocks clenched tight to protect her most intimate hole. Jerry Lee looked at the delicious crack in her ass imaging the treasure that lay snuggled between her humid cheeks. He could make out tiny errant black hairs that peeked out between her tempting slit. He wanted to see more of her, but first she would be bound and spread.

"Help me, Samuel.” They both grabbed her, Sarah jumping at the unexpected way they pounced on her body. They hauled her over to the cross, backing her against it, Samuel holding one slim arm up into the air as Jerry Lee waited with the black iron band to ensnare her slender wrist. He grabbed her wrist in the iron band, snapping it shut, years of practice making it look so easy. She struggled when she felt the first band on her wrist, but Samuel released the pinned arm, able to use two hands to pin her other arm for Jerry Lee. He released her arm, as Jerry Lee secured the second wrist, stepping back to admire Jerry Lee's work.

She tugged on the iron bands that ringed her wrists, feeling the unyielding metal digging into her tender skin. The chains rattled noisily, but her arms couldn't move but an inch. She looked down, embarrassed to see her pendulous breasts dancing from her exaggerated shaking. She stopped struggling instantly, looking up at each corner of the cross, her arms spread wide and high, suddenly realizing that she was helpless, her naked body vulnerable.

Her proud titties heaved on her chest, the full nipples hardened by her struggle pointed high up, her chest arched by the acute angle of the cross which thrust out the breasts of the unwilling occupant. Such tempting targets for the whip. “Grab a leg, I'll get the other.” Jerry Lee was getting impatient, wanting her bound and at his mercy. His cock throbbed in his pants as he yanked one leg harshly to the side, a cry from her lips as Samuel was also successful in yanking her other leg until they spread her like a Thanksgiving turkey.

She was sweating profusely as they spread her legs, feeling her pussy lips pull back from the obscene spread. She gasped in pain as it felt like they were splitting her up the middle, but it did little to slow them down until they completed their terrible task. Her thighs ached as her legs were spread wider then they should have been, her body lowering on the cross, the iron bands digging tighter into the flesh of her wrists. She felt the cold iron wrapped around her ankles, the bands too tight as they snapped shut with such finality. She had to balance on her toes, her legs pulled too far to the side, her body stretched obscenely into a large “X". She felt the rough-hewn wood sliding along her naked ass, yelping as a splinter went into one cheek. She tried to settle back onto the hard wood, finding it pushing her loins out as if Sarah was offering up her sex to the whites in front of her.

Jerry Lee pulled his cock out, stroking it unashamedly as he gazed at the juncture of her spread thighs. Her black thighs glistened in the light, the muscles taut as they tried unsuccessfully to close her legs. Her bush did little to hide the pink insides of her pussy, her dark, black lips pulled harshly to the side by the cruel spread of her legs. He could even make out her clit, the organ swollen, revealed to his eyes. He didn't know if it was the terror or arousal, but her pussy lips were wet, shimmrtinh in the light of the room.

Jerry Lee moved close to her, his hand touching the naked skin of her hip, her body jerking from the unexpected touch. Her skin was so silky, his hands sliding up her sides, her stomach pulling in from the light touch. His hands moved up to cup her large tits, his hands underneath them, hefting up the cantaloupes, making them bounce. “I love big tits. Such lovely targets.” His fingers reached out and grasped her nipples, two fingers on each erect bud, twisting them as her lips clenched tightly in pain. He pulled them while watching her face as she bit her lip, her cries silenced by her own mouth. He would make her scream today. That is what made his cock so hard.

He was abusing her breasts, but all she could do was bite her lips afraid of crying out. His fingers felt like metal tongs on her nipples, twisting them as the pain shot through her breasts to race to her brain. She was breathing heavily when he released them, making her breasts dance on her chest as his fingers snaked down her belly, Sarah drawing in the muscles of her stomach as his fingers trailed down through her bush. “Eeeeyyy,” she cried out as he plucked a few strands of hair from her bush, the sharp pain making her eyes water. She fought with every muscle in her body as his finger ran down between her slit, his calloused fingers running intimately up and down the inside folds of her lips. She hated that her body was getting wet, Master's eyes staring into her eyes, knowing that his fingers were arousing her.

Jerry Lee’ fingers grew damp from her arousal, pinching her lips between his fingers, sliding up and down the inside flesh until she began to cream for him. “She gets wet easily. We'll see if we can make her spend for us.” His finger tickled at her clit, her legs jerking as she tried to close them, but the metal bands unyielding, not allowing her to protect her treasures.

She knew it was coming, but she still wasn't prepared when his fingers pinched her clit. Her body jerked back and forth, but his fingers followed her every movement, her clit trapped beneath his powerful fingers. It felt like it was in a vise. “EEEEEHHH!” A fat finger was suddenly thrust up between her thighs, finding her tight hole and piercing it before she realized what was going on. It plunged inside her, twisting and turning until it banged hard against her innocence, Sarah's body jerked as high up into the air as her bonds allowed as she tried to stop the cruel impalement.

He felt her muscles clamp onto his invading finger, clenching as it tried to force him out. He twisted inside her hot, moist hole, Sarah groaning as he stared at her, a smirk on his face as he fingered her virgin hole. “I'm going to enjoy fucking my cock into that tight hole.” Jerry Lee pulled his fingers from her pussy, and then rubbed his naked cock up and down her slit, feeling her body trembling, thinking he was going to rape her now. He had other things to do first, wanting to savor her rape.

"Samuel, why don't you masturbate her.” Jerry Lee picked up the riding crop, slapping the harsh black leather on the side of the table, Sarah's eyes suddenly focusing on the whip. Jerry Lee stepped back, the whip slicing through the air in front of her, the sharp whoosh blowing on her naked skin.

She braced herself, Master moving the whip back and forth in front of her. She didn't even see Samuel move behind her, shocked to feel fingers slipping between her legs from behind, soft and sensuously rubbing up and down her slit as she shivered in fear of the whip. What cruel men, one of them touching her, igniting a lust between her legs, while the other was ready to whip her body, igniting pain at the same time. Her body jerked when the fingers rubbed her clit, but she was soon brought back to reality as the pain laced in her brain. The crop had slashed across her stomach, Sarah looking down at her up-thrust body, a red mark already appearing where it hit, the pain hitting her brain next. “EEEEEEEHH,” she screamed out, a finger entering her virgin hole. Another lash, this time higher up, catching her on the soft underbelly of her breasts, a sharp whoosh from her lungs as the pain raced through her body.

"She tightens up nice under pain.” Her pussy gripped his finger so tight; he couldn't even pull it out as the whip slashed her skin. Samuel knew Jerry Lee liked a girl to ride his cock while his wife lashed the unfortunate girl's ass with a whip until her husband came inside the unlucky black.

The scream was almost inhuman, Jerry Lee taking careful aim with the riding crop, slashing it horizontally over her twin breasts, catching both of her erect nipples.

Pain shot to her brain like a knife was stabbed into her chest; the crop feeling like it was cutting off her nipples. She looked down; she was sure they were sliced to ribbons and bleeding profusely. She was surprised, no blood, but they were swollen, almost twice their size. And they throbbed so hard they hurt. “EEEEGGGG.” Another slice of the crop on her upper breasts, making them dance. Jerry Lee was caught up in thes dance, slicing her breasts vertically now, visiting each nipple with the end of the crop, her body racked in pain as her firm breasts bounced erotically.

Jerry Lee worked on her breasts for five minutes until her nipples stood out majestically, hard and swollen, easy targets for the crop. Samuel continued to masturbate her, his fingers wet with her juices, her thighs stained with her arousal. No matter how much she cried out in pain, her hips continued to undulate with the fingers that played her like a fine instrument. He couldn't tell if she was panting in pain or pleasure.

She hated her body for betraying herself, Samuel's finger relentless as it speared her pussy, sliding up and down her slit as she got wetter and wetter in spite of the pain. Her pussy gripped his finger possessively, her virgin muscles gripping it each time the crop inflicted pain on her naked body. The crop slid lower, down over her stomach, afraid of where it would go next. Her only hope was that Master wouldn't dare slice Samuel's fingers that plucked at her sex.

"Ready, Samuel.” They worked together as one, Samuel pulling his finger back just in the split second before the whip slashed across her hips, catching the lips of her pussy, the cross pushing her loins out. She shrieked in pain, even as Samuel's finger returned, this time masturbating her more urgently, now pinching her clit, yanking her pussy lips, fucking into her tight, virgin hole as she panted.

She didn't think she could stand another strike of the crop, but she felt the fingers leave her, knowing the whip would soon replace it. She looked in shocked disbelief as the whip came up from the floor between her legs; Sarah screaming before it even hit her. She couldn't believe the pain as the crop slammed up between her wide-spread thighs to hit her on her unprotected pussy. The firm, unyielding leather slashed aside her puffy outer lips to leave her sensitive inner pussy exposed to the bite of the crop. Her feet almost left the ground as her body was jerked up from the unexpected pain that raced through her loins.

Samuel thrust his finger inside her again, his other hand feeling the heat of her pussy as he plucked her pleasure organ erect. Her insides clung to his finger as her body jerked, this time in pleasure. He played her body, Jerry Lee leaving her time to get aroused, lightly tapping at her erect nipples, her pussy clamping on his finger each time Jerry Lee ignited the pain in her breasts.

They alternated between pleasure and pain for five painful minutes, Sarah dancing between the cruel masters that took her body for their pleasure. Her pussy felt torn, her nipples throbbing from the bite of the crop. Each time Samuel would return to play upon her emotions, bringing her so close to the orgasm, only to be disappointed as Master lashed her between her legs. Finally, she had to end the pain, letting her body go, hoping that they would be happy if she came. And come she did, her body going into the throes of pleasure, her nipples swelling up as the pleasure raced between her legs. Not even the harsh slash between her pussy lips could stop the orgasm that raced through her body, or maybe it was what sustained it. Her pussy juices flowed profusely on Samuel's plunging finger as they played her body and the orgasms washed over her. Each time she thought it was over, Jerry Lee would slice the crop over her nipples or between her legs. Each time another orgasm would wash over her body. Finally she succumbed to the pain and pleasure; her body slumped in the bondage. The cum dripped down her inner thighs, Sarah humiliated that they had made her cum while punishing her. She was afraid of what Master would do when he brought her home. She knew he would buy her and she feared that the most.

They pulled her down, Samuel having to hold her naked body upright, her legs unable to hold her up. “I'll take her” was the only thing Jerry Lee said as he left the room. “Add her to the others and have them ready in two hours,” he yelled back.

Jerry Lee and the General found a private room, Samuel bringing them each a girl to take out their lust on before their long trip home. Each had their preference, the General's hard cock between the light-brown thighs; Jerry Lee's cock inside a jet-black girl. Madison excused herself, finding a room to masturbate, willing to wait until she got home to enjoy the pleasure of the thick black cock that she had bought. They all left satisfied, but they all thought of what new adventures awaited them, their wagon filled with over twenty new slaves; Sarah, Mary, and the large black buck sitting cramped next to each other, none realizing how intertwined their lives would be in the future.

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CHAPTER 4

Doctor's Exam, a Family Affair

It was almost a party; everyone gathered in the large living room of the plantation. They had returned home two days ago, the overseers indoctrinating the newest slaves into their new life. Now it was time for the family to see the latest collection of slaves that the General had purchased, especially the ones purchased for the express purpose of being used sexually.

The living room was huge, as big as most peoples farmhouse. There were at least three separate sitting areas. The whites would sit in luxurious comfort, where the black female or buck would be brought in, stripped naked and humiliated as they were probed and examined intimately in full view of the whites. The festivities would last all day, drink and food amply supplied by the black slaves, forced to watch their own kind humiliated.

The General sat back in his leather chair with a black leather ottoman in front of him, the leather stained with the sweat of the blacks that had already graced it, forced onto their knees in front of him, stripped naked for his intimate inspection. Near him sat his two younger daughters, Savannah and Charlotte. Savannah was married to a naval Captain, his ship out to sea for the last two months now. Charlotte was the beauty between the two of them, though she was not married. The General suspected that she liked girls more then men, but he never failed to let his children lead their own lives. And since he had his own perversities, he allowed his children their own. No matter what they were.

Savannah would masturbate tonight, enjoying the ritual of the new slaves. It had been a long time since she was intimate with her husband, seeing the men of the house defile the new girls, most of them virgins, gave her great masturbatory fantasies. She would often peek undetected into the rooms as the girls lost their virginities, her fingers beneath her petticoats as she watched a hard cock thrust between the black thighs of a girl, cumming when the girl cried out as her innocence was taken brutally from her. Looking at her you would never even fathom that she was that decadent, her dark hair hanging long down her back almost to her waist, framing the soft features of her face, her eyes so innocent. She had a lovely body that many a man swooned to possess never realizing the hellion that she was in bed once her innocence was lost. Only her husband graced her succulent white thighs now, Savannah fucking back with such passion. No act was off limits to her husband since Savannah was sure that on his long voyages to distant ports he partook of the local girls, always coming home with a new sexual position or act. She didn't want to lose him so she consented to whatever perverse act he desired, giving up her virginity to him, not only of her pussy, but her mouth and even her ass. She was afraid of his return from China. When he visited Japan, he came back introducing Savannah to tight rope bondage. She couldn't even fathom the perversities of the yellow-skinned Chinese girls.

Charlotte rubbed her wet thighs together beneath the layers of petticoats, eyeing each girl with desire. Her father would probe each one with his fingers, seeing the girls cry out when he stuck his finger in tight virgin holes, their faces shamed as they kneeled submissively before him, naked and spread. Charlotte's body was not as full as her sister Savannah, her breasts small in comparison, but capped with large nipples that swelled with little provocation. She had the classic hourglass figure, her dress cinched tight around her waist until she could hardly breathe. Her full hips were made for child bearing and a plump ass that swayed with such sensuality that made men stared unashamedly as she walked. But it was not men she desired, but females. She had never had a female lover that was not coerced into performing the acts she required of them. The city was a long way from the plantation, a place where like-minded girls might reside, instead Charlotte taking her lust out on the black slaves. On rare occasions she would find some white girls that ended up on the plantation. They were often hesitant, but they would be persuaded in the same manner as the blacks, forced brutality.

Mary was brought in, standing next to the General, her hands at her side, shivering in fear as he looked at her with the same lust that he had at the auction. They had dressed her in a new dress, tiny buttons that went from her neck to her waist, the fabric pulled tightly over her naked breasts underneath, Mary unable to stop her nipples from growing hard. They gave her no underwear, her thighs sticking together as she sweated in fear.

"Is this your favorite, Father?” Savannah knew of her father's lusts and by the bold bulge in his trousers, this fair-skinned black incited his lust. She would peek in and watch her Father degrade this girl. The young girl would soon learn the cruelty of the white man from a man forty years her senior, her innocence lost by the cruel thrust of his hard cock.

The General didn't answer her. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore her, he just didn't want Mary to realize that she was desired. That would be too much power to give to a black. He sat up in his chair, his prized possession just inches from him. He could smell the fear on her, his cock hardening at the thought. He stood up, his large body towering over the cowering girl. He lifted up her chin until her eyes looked into his. She had lovely thick lips, made for cradling a thick cock between them. His fingers traced around her mouth; Mary's lips trembling as his finger played along the silky bottom lip. He circled her mouth, pressing outward each time he made a revolution, drawing her mouth open into a wide ‘O'. Her pink tongue was just inside, shrinking away from his fingertip. He pushed one finger in her mouth. “Close your lips on my finger.” She obeyed without question, her wet lips feeling so good on his finger. He began to draw his finger in and out, just as he would do with his cock. A second finger joined the first, sawing in and out of her tightly clenched lips; Mary's eyes opened wide. He pushed a third finger and finally a fourth in her mouth, her lips stretched tight at the corners, his fingers running harshly over her tongue as they plunged deeper into her mouth. His other hand held the back of her head, making sure that she didn't try to push away. His fingers were slick with her spit as they pushed to the back of her mouth. He held her head tight as he pushed until he felt her struggle, his fingertips hitting the back of her mouth. He held them in tight, pressed against the opening to her throat. Her eyes watered as he pushed in, a gag from her muffled mouth, a sharp struggle, his hand more powerful and her head held submissively still as his finger slid into her gullet. Another gag as she choked on his finger, her throat opening wide, the General pushing more fingers into her throat as her muscles tried to push them out.

It was terrible, the General sticking his filthy fingers in her mouth, Mary unable to do anything as he held her head still with his strong hand. In and out he pressed them; more and more fingers joining the lone one until her lips almost tore in the corners. Her mouth was filled with spit, unable or unwilling to swallow it, the taste of his fingers soiling her taste buds. Her stomach turned over as he choked her, her throat opening up, his fingers plunging into the tiny hole as it felt like he was trying to drive his fingers into her stomach. She choked and gagged, but the General seemed to enjoy it, his fingers moving around in her tight throat as her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. He finally pulled them out, wiping his wet hand on the front of her new dress, staining it wet.

"Nice tight throat. Her muscles fight well. She'll prove enjoyable.” He spoke, not to anyone in particular, more for himself. His cock was thick at the thought of throat fucking her, pinning her to the bed as his hips drove his thick cock in and out of her unwilling throat until he came.

His hand cupped one of her tits, her body jerking from the unexpected touch. “Sensitive.” His fingers curled around her firm breast, teasing close to the nipple that pushed out the flimsy garment without actually touching it. He remembered her big areolas, squeezing his hand on the flesh until it bulged between his fingers. He heard her moan softly, her feet shuffling as he compressed her luscious flesh. He squeezed harder, his powerful hand able to crush her flesh with ease. He released it, the firm flesh springing back to life, the nipple harder now. He brought both hands up, his large hands able to encircle both of her breasts in spite of their large size. He squeezed while watching her eyes as he compressed the flesh until he saw her cringe in pain. He kept up the pressure, finally releasing them, the hard nipples pushing out the dress obscenely. “Nice firm tits.” They would take nicely to the whip. Once he fucked her, he could whip her tits until his cock grew to attention again. Maybe even fuck his cock between them, making her hold them together like twin pillows.

Her breasts hurt, but she stayed still, afraid of displeasing Master. Her nipples swelled, Mary unable to stop them. The General was harsh, making Mary afraid of what he might do to her. She looked down as his large hands began to unbutton the tiny buttons with such precision, the brown skin of her bosom slowly revealed as he peeled back the top of her dress. His fingers tickled her skin as he unbuttoned all of the buttons to her waist, goose bumps appearing on her skin from his unfamiliar touch. He pulled it back, sliding it over her arms until it hung uselessly at her waist, Mary standing naked to the waist, her breasts heaving up and down.

He cupped the bare breasts, his fingers plucking at the nipples, making them swell further under his touch. He pinched the nipples harder, pulling on them, Mary arching her back. His hands slid down to her waist, pushing the rest of the dress down over her full hips, the material tearing as he stripped her in haste. He shoved it down to the floor until Mary was standing naked in front of him, her black bush highlighting her lush thighs.

"Maybe you would like to try out her mouth, Father.” Charlotte stood up wanting to test this new brown beauty.

The General's cock needed relief, the young girl's mouth hot and tight. He knew that Charlotte wanted an excuse to touch her, so why not enjoy her mouth while Charlotte enjoyed probing her body. He had no qualms about letting his daughters see his organ, the General proud of his thick cock in spite of his age. “Thank you, Charlotte. Have her straddle the ottoman. That should spread her legs nice and wide and stop her from closing them.” Charlotte would have complete access to every intimate part of Mary's body while he fucked Mary's mouth. He drew open his trousers, fishing into them to pull out his cock, Mary panicking as he took out his big, white cock. It hung out, eight inches of cock that grew even more from the sight of Mary's naked body being arranged on the ottoman.

The white girl got up, pushing Mary over the wide ottoman, forcing her to straddle the widest part of it, Mary's thighs and crotch aching as her legs spread over four feet wide. The edge of the leather pushed against her thighs, Mary was unable to close her legs. She saw it for the first time, a white mans cock. It was big, bigger then she thought it would be. The head of it was almost purple, thick and imposing, a fluid already leaking onto it, making it glisten in the light. The shaft was long, purple veins running up the side of it. What was he going to do? His hand was stroking it, Mary surprised that it grew bigger as his fingers curled along the thick shaft. It suddenly dawned on her. His fingers in her mouth. His cock out. He was going to stick his cock in her mouth. She had heard of it from some of the slaves, a task that was not performed by good girls in her village. She felt a hand on her back. This time it was warm and soft, the girl pushing down on Mary's back until she was bent over the stool, her breasts dangling onto the leather, her nipples perking up from the sudden cold of the leather. Her nipples brushed back and forth over the rough leather, a strange shiver of excitement between her legs. She should have stopped, but she felt the delightful tingle in her nipples, not wanting it to go away.

Charlotte moved behind Mary, her hands pushing her down, the lovely brown ass arching up higher. The General moved in front of the girl, Charlotte trying to not look at her father's cock, but her eyes were always drawn back to it. She knew she would watch her father take Mary's innocence. But she had her own pleasure now, the wide expanse of Mary's legs leaving little to the imagination; her cheeks pulled back, the crack of her ass a darker brown, Charlotte's eyes following the sharp crease down to the tiny dark, puckered hole nestled between her cheeks. Now just a tiny hole, soon it would receive large, white cocks inside it, forced to spread painfully wide. Her eyes went lower, down to the thick dark lips of her pussy, pulled apart to reveal the pink insides exposed by the wide spread of her legs. All of her treasures were open to Charlotte.

The General moved close to Mary, hefting up his cock, wagging in front of her face. “You're going to suck my cock.” He pushed two fingers into the corner of her mouth when he saw her lips clenched tightly closed. His other hand held her head as his fingers easily gained access to the inside of her mouth, pressing her lips open. He shoved his hips forward, his thick cock bouncing delightfully on her lips, a drip of cum falling inside her mouth. She looked defiantly at him in spite of his superior strength. He rubbed his cock around her lips, his fingers keeping her mouth open a slight bit in spite of her efforts to close them. Suddenly her lips went limp, his fingers prying open her mouth and his hips driving the head of his cock into her unwilling mouth until the head was buried inside her lips. He pressed her lips together, finding her mouth willing as her lips clasped onto his cock, trapping it just beneath the head.

She wouldn't take his filthy organ in her mouth. His fingers were insistent, shoved harshly in her mouth. She could feel his hot flesh on her lips, feeling like a hot poker on her skin. She tasted a salty taste in her mouth. “EEEEEEH,” she moaned on the cock that tried to enter her as a soft hand peeled her pussy lips back so gently, a finger sliding up and down her slit until she felt her juices begin to flow. The finger played with her pussy like Mary would do, soft and gently running up and down, finally playing at her tight, virgin hole. It pushed in, but gently, stopping when it hit her hymen, slowing ringing her tight hole, expanding the resilient flesh. She had never felt such a pleasurable touch, forgetting all about the cock at her mouth. That was her first mistake. She suddenly found her mouth pierced by the hot flesh of the General, her lips opening wide and closing around the shaft as the flesh in her mouth jerked and shuddered on her tongue. Another drop of salty taste filled her mouth, sure that his cock was dripping into her mouth, the foul taste making her gag in disgust. Two hands went to her head holding her mouth that was speared on his flesh. She knew once it was inside, she wouldn't be able to push it out. It sank deeper into her mouth. A cool finger touched her anus, pressing for entrance, but not harsh like the men, this finger gently probed, Mary relaxing her muscles until it popped inside her, gently massaging her muscles. It felt strange and good all at the same time. “AAAAAHHH,” her ass jerked up higher as gentle fingers plucked at her pleasure button, forcing her ass up into the air. Her cry of pleasure allowed the General to force more of his cock in her mouth, Mary now having to contend with the foul tasting cock that continued to swirl around in her mouth.

Charlotte must be doing an excellent job of arousing Mary, her mouth now compliant, the General fucking his cock in and out of her tight lips, his hand holding her still as he used her for his pleasure. Even her tongue began to move, touching his cock almost tentatively, the General driving his hips forward so that the head of his cock slid over the wet tongue. He could feel his cock leaking cum in her mouth, his balls knotted tight, aching, as he needed to unload a torrent of cum in her mouth. His hips became more urgent, slamming back and forth until the head of his cock banged against the back of her mouth. He wouldn't fuck her throat now, saving it for later when he could take her more forcefully. He just needed to cum.

Charlotte was masturbating Mary with authority, Mary's body responding to her masterful touch, her clit plucked to erection, her asshole sucking her finger deeper into her hot, tight insides. She responded well, Charlotte would avail of her lovely body again when they would be alone, teaching Mary to use her tongue on Charlotte. She knew that Mary was ready to cum, her body reached to a fever pitch in spite of being forced to suck the General's cock. She looked at her father's face, seeing in it that he was ready to cum. His hips were driving his cock in and out with abandonment, the thick cock splitting Mary's lips. His head shot up as he bellowed his orgasm. He pulled Mary's head down onto his cock, burying it deep inside her mouth as he shot his load of cum into her unwilling mouth.

Mary bucked, her body cumming, but at the same time, she had to contend with the General shooting massive amounts of foul, salty tasting cum into her mouth. His hands became harsh, pushing so hard on the side of her head that she thought her head would burst. The cum shot out his cock with such force that some shot down her throat, Mary choking, snot and cum coming out her nose as she snorted. She was forced to swallow, but her orgasm was racing through her body, the white girl's fingers teasing the tingling pleasure from her body with her expert touch, her fingers making her pleasure button swell. She came again, the finger in her ass going deeper, pressing hard against her clenching muscles, another finger in her virgin pussy stopped by Mary's muscles as she came.

The General dumped his cum into her mouth, his balls unleashing a torrent of cum that choked her. His hand held her tight, Mary unable to escape the gallons of cum that he forced her to swallow, all the while Charlotte forced the orgasm from her own untrained body. The General finally pulled his semi rigid cock from her mouth, but not before he made her lick it clean, cum dripping down Mary's mouth as his cock slid down her wet chin.

Charlotte made Mary lick her fingers, tasting her own juices. She whispered into her ear. “Soon you and I will enjoy the pleasures that only two girls can enjoy."

Mary didn't know what to think of the whole thing. She couldn't get the taste of cum from her mouth, but her body felt like rubber, the orgasms that raced through it left her exhausted. And content. How could she enjoy another girl so much? And what was the white girl going to do to her?

"Doc"

At the other end of the room, while the General was playing with his brown-skinned girl, Doc was preparing for his latest arrival. Doc was the middle son of the General, regarded as the Doctor for the plantation though he had no formal training. With so many slaves and being far from town, someone had to administer to the sick and injured. There were always lots of farm accidents, but some injuries were intentional. The family did enjoy a good whipping, male and female alike. It was Doc's job to make them serviceable again to continue working and be available for more punishment sessions.

Doc had just finished with the young black girl, humiliated as he spread her open on the table, the family gathered around as Doc spread her pussy open, revealing all of her most intimate parts to all that watched. Her legs were thrust up over her head, bending her supple body in two, her legs spread and her pussy opening up like a flower. Doc prodded and poked her pussy, a finger entering her carefully so as not to bust her hymen, teasing her clit until the reluctant bud stood up hard and red like a tiny erect cock. Then to the final indignation, one long, fat finger shoved unmercifully up her tight asshole as she clenched her lips tight in pain, Doc enjoying the tight muscles clinging to his finger as he shoved it in and out, testing her elasticity for things far bigger then his finger.

Jerry Lee and his wife Kaitlyn moved into one of the comfortable chairs near the low bench as they brought Sarah into the room for Doc's inspection.

"So this is the black bitch that you want to enjoy.” Kaitlyn hated that her husband fucked the slaves, but it was better then fucking her. Though she loved him when they married, giving up her virginity to him, their love had diminished over the years. As well as their sex life together. Now she aided him in defiling the black girls he bought, Kaitlyn growing more evil with the blacks with each passing year. She loved nothing better then to whip the black ass of a virgin as she was forced to ride Jerry Lee's cock until she busted her own hymen, the whip forcing her to sink down on his massive cock. And she still did not stop, whipping the unfortunate girl until Jerry Lee took out his lust on her, spewing his seed into her once virgin pussy.

Jerry Lee rubbed his cock, his member growing as they brought in Sarah, her large breasts dancing delightfully beneath the thin dress. Jerry Lee loved that his wife would watch him fuck the slaves. And she had a way to make the poor girl ride him so nicely, Jerry Lee caring little that it required a whip. All he wanted to feel was the delightful clenching of a virgin cunt on his cock, the pain of the whip doing that with precision.

Doc was not handsome like Jerry Lee or the General and some say that he is ugly, but not to his face. It's not that he needs good looks to get a girl, the slaves all forced to accept his attentions. And he does get lucky, the General sometimes taking in distant relatives. They are poor white trash, treated no better then any black slave. And that includes Doc's intimate exams.

Sarah was surprised by the large room, not expecting all of the people that were seated around it as if it were a big party. She looked over in one corner seeing Mary, one of the girls bought in the same auction as her. She was sucking a white cock as a white girl behind her looked like she was masturbating her. How perverted, the whites sitting around watching as if it were the most natural thing to see. She cringed when she saw the white man they called Doc. And on the chair next to him was the man she called Master, the one that had already whipped her, her breasts still sore to the touch. The one that shamed her, forcing her to cum while being whipped.

Doc prepared the two ropes that hung down from the ceiling. He would pose Sarah for Jerry Lee and his wife. “A pretty black filly,” Doc clenched his fingers, eager to strip her naked. “Skin as black as coal.” He pulled Sarah next to him. “Obey me and I won't string you up and whip your ass raw.” He saw the frightened look on her face as he bent down in front of her.

"Yes'm, Master,” Sarah trembling as his fingers dug into her arm, Sarah cringing in pain. His hands instantly began to run over her body, starting with her breasts, Sarah's hands trembling at her side as his gnarled fingers dug into her breasts, his fingers pushing hard into her sensitive nipples still sore from the whip. He squeezed her breasts for long minutes, going from one to the other.

"Nice firm titties, Jerry Lee. Made for sucking. And from the look of pain on her face, made for whipping. Does she like it?” He squeezed a nipple, finding the hardened nub easily beneath the thin fabric, just a touch making it erect.

"She came under the whip. She'll make a nice pain slut.” Jerry Lee was proud that he had forced her to cum, even while he was whipping her painfully.

"We'll see how she likes being whipped between those black thighs. A hundred strokes with a whip and we'll see how well she cums.” Kaitlyn would love to get her alone, spreading her on her special chair, the center cut away to leave the wide expanse from her asshole to her clit open for the whip. She'd scream nicely for her, Kaitlyn's pussy getting wet at the cruelty of beating her pussy until it was red and swollen.

"Lift up your dress,” Doc wanting Sarah to show herself to them. He liked the slow humiliation.

They didn't give her any underwear, Sarah naked beneath the dress. They were all looking at her, the General coming over and sitting down in a chair next to Master. Her hands slowly went down to the hem of the dress, her hands trembling as she raised it up her legs, feeling it run over her hips as it slid up almost to her waist. Sarah held it up high, all eyes at her crotch, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could stop them from seeing her.

"Nice black bush,” Doc commented. “Turn around, let's see that black ass.” She obeyed without question, her back to them. “Nice plump ass. It's made for the whip. And for fucking.” He looked at the tight crack, her buttocks clenched. She was already beginning to sweat. “Take off the dress.” Doc prepared the low table for her as he watched her pull the dress over her head, her full breasts bouncing nicely as they snagged on the dress. He pulled the dress from her hand, throwing it to the floor. He looked at her tits, seeing the marks from the whip. “She healed quickly from the whip. She'll bring you lots of enjoyment. You and Kaitlyn.” Doc knew that Kaitlyn loved to take out her hatred on the young blacks that Jerry Lee lusted after. He had fixed up many that had suffered under her whip. Most of them whipped within an inch of their life between their legs. He was surprised that a female's pussy could take so much punishment, but Kaitlyn always exceeded his expectations. “Kneel on the table.” He watched with interest as Sarah kneeled on the hard table, her knees shuffling along the hard surface, catching a peek of her black pussy from behind, contrasting sharply with the pink insides as her lips pulled back.

Sarah got scared when she saw the ropes hanging above her head. What were they going to do to her? Her breasts heaved up and down as she scooted along the table, her knees hurting from kneeling on the hard surface.

"Your hands. Put them in the ropes.” Doc yanked each hand up when she didn't move fast enough. She would soon learn that hesitating would bring a painful lesson. He put each of her wrists into the slit of the ropes, yanking the noose shut as the rope dug into her flesh. He got both of them in the nooses, pulling the ropes up toward the ceiling until she was kneeling high up. Her face was etched with terror. He looked at her smooth, slick black body. It was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistening in the bright lights of the room. His cock thickened at the sight of her firm thighs, pushed together to hide all of her intimate charms from him. He would soon remedy that. “Spread your thighs."

He dug his hands between her legs, pinching her thighs until she shuffled her legs wider, her knees hurting as they slid on the hard, rough wood. He pinched her sensitive thighs as she groaned, her legs spreading wider, bowing her knees out at an acute angle. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, moving so close to her sex that she could almost feel him touching her down there.

"Very good, Sarah. Nice firm thighs.” With her legs spread, her ass cheeks were delightfully parted, leaving her crack pulled back, the pink glint of her wrinkled asshole revealed. He ran his hand down her back, the other hand on her stomach. “Arch your back for me, Sarah. Stick out those lovely tits and plump ass."

His hands were posing her, making her thrust out her breasts until they almost stood up towards the ceiling. Her ass cheeks were pushed back, feeling her cheeks separating, unable to do anything as her most intimate hole was revealed to them. But nothing was as bad as the spread of her legs, her knees almost at right angles, her pussy lips pulled back. She hated it because she knew that her pussy was wet, Sarah unable to stop her body from betraying her.

"Now hold still.” Doc's hands went to her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, the hard buds reacting to his touch, growing more erect. It only made him pinch tighter, pulling them as she arched her back higher up. “Nice sensitive nips.” He pinched one nipple hard, Sarah barely whimpering from the pain. “She takes it nicely. You'll see how far you can take her. Maybe some nice clamps on them."

She felt his hand slid over her naked back, sliding lower over the gentle swell of her buttocks. She tried to clench her cheeks, but the wide expanse of her legs allowed her little freedom. She hated the way they played with her ass, feeling his fingers trail down over her clenched buttocks. “OOOOOWWW.” She felt the sharp slap of his hand on one cheek, the burning as his hand retreated. It returned, Sarah releasing the clench of her cheeks, not wanting to displease him. The hand continued to explore her ass, Sarah shivering in fear when one finger ran down her crack, passing over her tiny anus.

Doc felt the tremors in her anus as his finger passed over it. He would return to the tiny hole, but first his hand slid down lower, finding her pussy lips spread apart, his finger teasing over her perineum before continuing on its journey to find her wet pussy. “She gets wet easily, Jerry Lee. She'll give you a nice ride.” Doc continued to explore her pussy, feeling her body jerk. “Hold still.” He lightly tapped her pussy with his hand. Her body froze, Doc continuing his inspection.

She hated that she was wet, trying to move away from the hand. The slap shocked her, fingers igniting a strange feeling between her legs even though the touch was still light. Did he spank her there? She froze, not wanting him to spank her between her legs like he did to her ass. The fingers peeled back her lips, his fingers powerful as they grasped her lips. It almost felt like he was trying to tear them open. She could only imagine how it looked.

Jerry Lee moved so he could get a better look. “Spread her wider.” Doc obliging, yanking her lips until her pink insides were revealed. “Look at that nice pink flesh. You'd never know she was black by looking at her pussy.” Jerry Lee wanted so bad to sink his cock into her, but this was not the time. Soon he would take her cherry in the privacy of his bedroom. Private except for his wife.

Sarah gritted her teeth as the finger moved up and down her slit, making her wetter, her hips beginning to gently move back and forth even as Sarah fought the urges in her body. Master moved next to her, his fingers plucking at her nipples as hands found her clit, pinching the base of it until she thought it would pop as fingers squeezed the blood to the tip. Would they make her cum again?

Doc stopped fingering her pussy, Jerry Lee taking his place. Doc picked up the jar of oil, pouring it over the cheeks of her ass, his fingers ready to scoop up the thick oil as it began to slowly run down her crack.

It almost tickled, the oil sliding down her crack. But she feared why they would do such a thing, feeling his finger running over her crack, massaging the oil in her tight crease. She shivered as the finger stopped, poised over her anus, her cheeks tightening as she felt the spasms in her tiny hole. She bit her lip as the pressure increased; the finger insistent, Sarah able to almost feel his pulse in the tip of his finger. Master began to tug on her clit, her body jumping from the unexpected touch. “EEEEHH.” She suddenly found her anal ring impaled on the slick finger, the burning as the thick finger entered her tight hole. It continued to press in, Sarah struggling to keep still as she felt the discerning feeling in her backside as it pushed against her clenching muscles. She held her breath as the finger stopped, holding still as she struggled to accommodate it, her muscles uncontrollably trying to push it out.

"Such a hot, tight hole. It will bring you great pleasure, Jerry Lee.” He pressed his finger against the muscles in her rectum. “Tighten on my finger, Sarah. Show me how tight you can get."

She had no choice, the finger on her clit feeling too good. She clenched the muscles of her asshole on the finger inside her. She released, tightening again. It burned each time she did it.

"Yes. Nice tight muscles. She'll milk your cock with her asshole.” He pressed his finger inside her, pushing it in deeper, hearing her groan as he pushed farther into her hot asshole. Her muscles fought his finger every inch of the way, rippling up and down. He twisted his finger, making her feel the knuckles as they rubber her soft, inner passage.

It felt like a giant snake slipping up into her guts, the finger twisting and turning as it drove into her. She could feel the harsh knuckles as they dug into the sides of her intestines. Such strange whites; taking her in her backside, such a dirty place to put their fingers. It burned as the fingers moved deeper, but the other finger that plucked at her pleasure button made her hips begin to rock back and forth. Then she felt it, a gentle slap on her spread lips. Then another, this one a bit harder. It didn't really hurt, just a gentle pat. Her hips began to bounce after each time the fingers slapped her pussy. It was becoming harder, the rhythmic slapping between her legs attacking her tender pink insides. She could hear the hand slapping her wet flesh.

Jerry Lee began to slap her pussy, starting with a touch that she could barely feel, then harder, each time increasing in power. Her body began to rock up and down, his finger still massaging her clit, two fingers now pinching it as Sarah moaned. She felt her body jerk, knowing that Doc had shoved his finger in her asshole deeper, twisting and turning it. Could they make her cum while slapping her pussy and fingering her virgin asshole? Jerry Lee began to slap her pussy harder, using his whole hand now to catch all of the unprotected flesh. Her body jerked back and forth, up and down, unable to respond to all of the stimuli. Jerry Lee's cock pushed hard against his pants wanting some relief.

It hurt, but she barely noticed it over the finger that pleasured her clit. It never let it alone, twisting, turning, and pinching the hard bud sending pleasure to her brain. The finger in her ass hurt as it dug in, but it was the hand that slapped her pussy that took her attention. She even spread her legs wider, opening her pussy up to the increasingly painful slap, Sarah not even sure why she was doing it.

Doc felt her asshole go into a series of spasms as Sarah gasped in pleasure. He could feel her cumming, gripping his finger so tight he couldn't even pull it from the tight hole. Her body shook and trembled, the table beneath her spread thighs getting wet as she came.

She came, just like before, these evil men forcing her to climax. She was ashamed, but that failed to stop the orgasm that raced through her body, her ass cheeks clenching tightly on the finger in her asshole, her pussy responding to the painful slaps with tremors of pleasure. She finally felt the finger pulling from her asshole, a loud pop as her anal ring released it. She would have slumped down if it were not for the ropes that held her arms pulled up high into the air. She looked down, the table wet between her thighs. Jerry Lee looked at her, his fingers wet with her juices.

"Make her clean them.” Kaitlyn spoke to Jerry Lee. Then she turned to Doc. “You too. Teach her how to serve you."

She hated it when they stuck their fingers in her mouth. It was bad enough when Master did it, making her suck her own juices from his fingers. But Doc's fingers were the worst, soiled from being in her ass, Sarah gagging as the foul taste invaded her mouth. She finally complied with their disgusting task, Doc finally releasing her.

"She cums easily. Especially with the pain. A nice addition.” Doc would enjoy whipping her, just as the others would.

The day ended, all of the new slaves inspected. The debauchery would soon start, many virgin holes needing to be busted, tight passages spread with thick cocks.

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CHAPTER 5

The Taking of Mary

Mary went to work in the kitchen the next day, the General never failing to find some excuse to go into the dining room or the kitchen. He would wait until he saw Mary in a tight corner of the room, sliding quietly until he pressed up against her. “Hello, Mary,” the General sliding up next to her until he pressed his cock against her ass. His hands went to her hips, holding her in place, his hips moving from side to side, enjoying the delicious friction her body brought to his stiffening cock.

"Hello, Master,” she meekly said, his large hands digging into the flesh of her hips, Mary feeling his pole pressed against her butt. She struggled, but he was far stronger then she was, a quick slap on her ass reminding her who the Master was in the house. She endured his furious rutting on her ass, finding him pressing against her at least five times that day. She was glad when the long day was over, the sun already set, the house ablaze with the candles and lanterns throughout the large house. She was going to her room when a black male stopped her, Mary recognizing one of the black overseers Jacob, Mary having already been told of the hierarchy on the plantation. There were some blacks that oversaw the other slaves having the power to punish. Some of them were known to be crueler then their white Masters, wanting to do anything to impress their Masters and keep their exalted position among the slaves.

"Master wants you tonight. Come with me.” Jacob grabbed the girl, dragging her off in spite of her protests. He despised the light-colored girls, knowing that the General preferred them. He had no qualms about helping the General spoil this girl. He would do everything the General wanted and more, always finding new ways for the General to enjoy taking their innocence. Tonight would be no different, devising an elaborate bondage for this unlucky girl.

He dragged her down a long corridor, the eerie candle light bouncing off the walls. There was a large double door at the end, another large black male standing there, obviously waiting for them, opening one door so they could pass into the room, closing the door behind them. Mary found herself in the most massive room she had ever seen, ornately furnished with large, wooden furniture, none more massive then the large bed that filled the center of the room. She feared that her innocence would be lost tonight, no other reason to bring her to the General's bedroom than his intention to put his organ between her thighs. The two black slaves towered over her little body.

"The General is going to fuck you tonight, Missy. You be a good bitch and make him happy. Otherwise we gonna whip your ass."

Mary hung her head down, never saying a word. She only wished it was over. The General was so old, at least forty years her senior. And white. She had felt his weapon pushed against her. No matter how old or white he was, his weapon was big. Too big to get inside her without a lot of pain. Were Jacob and the other black going to watch? Mary turned when the door opened again, not surprised to see the General enter. He was wearing a robe around him, but as soon as he saw her the front of it began to grow. His weapon was already getting big at just the sight of her.

The General walked over to Jacob, his eyes on Mary, his cock already thickening beneath his robe. Jacob had promised him something special tonight and Jacob usually delivered; his cruelty and imagination having no bounds. But first he had a few things he would do. “Take off your dress, Mary. You'll not need it tonight.” His hand slid into his robe, taking his cock out until it stood out majestically in front of him, enjoying the look of terror that spread over Mary's lovely face. He stroked it without shame, making it grow bigger, proud of its size. When fully erect it would stand over eight inches long and as thick as a baby's arm. The head was already turning a deep red, glistening with the cum that he teased out the end. His balls were filled with his seed, the previous day's activities inciting his lust.

She couldn't do anything but obey, the dress slipping to the ground beneath her, Mary trembling naked before them. Her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to remain calm in spite of her impending rape. Her thighs were clenched tightly together, trying to protect her innocence as long as she could.

Her nipples were already becoming erect, not sure if it were the cold or the thought of his cock taking her, the General eyeing her body. Her tits were big; large nipples longed for his mouth to suckle. She had a thin waist, lack of an adequate diet contributing to that, her hips full, built to take a man between them. And her ass, firm and plump, made to cushion a man as he took her from behind. Or in her behind. “Hold still!” His hand slid over to cup one breast, feeling her body shrink from his touch.

His hand was clammy and wrinkled, Mary jerking away from his touch.

"I won't tell you again, Mary. I'll whip your black ass if you defy me again.” He looked angrily at her. His hand moved down to her tit again, this time sliding underneath, catching her on the sensitive underside to heft it up into the air. She didn't move, her hands clenched at her side as she endured. Her tit was heavy, bouncing it up and down gently, enjoying her anguish as she endured his fondling. He teased her areola, running his sharp fingernail around the dark circle until goose bumps popped up on the dark flesh. Her nipples swelled in spite of them not being touched. He ran his finger around the areola, moving in closer to the nipple until the tip of his fingernail caught the erect flesh just at the base. Her nipple had turned a deep red, the blood pounding in the erect flesh as he teased it. He teased her nipple with the sharp point of his fingernail, a gasp deep from her throat. His fingernail ran over the sensitive flesh until he was snapping at the tip with his fingernail, the sharp thud sounding loud in the quiet room.

"Ewwwwww,” Mary gasping as his fingernail touched her nipple. It was sharp, feeling like a knife cutting her as it swirled around her flesh. She bit her lip in pain, the sharp pain racing up her spine, looking down to see if it was bleeding. She couldn't believe it, not only was it not bleeding, but it had swelled to erection, harder and thicker then she had ever seen them before. She held her breath as she saw his fingers move as if in slow motion over her nipple until she felt the pressure as his two callused fingers pinched her nipple flesh. She gritted her teeth as he continued to pinch them until the pain laced through her breasts. She could feel the blood pounding beneath the punishing fingers, her feet moving back and forth as she suffered the painful pinching.

He caught the nipple just beneath the base, squeezing so tight that the blood rushed to the tip. He squeezed tighter until the nipple turned a bright red, swollen with blood. He did that with both tits, then his head moving down, his tongue out, lapping at the trapped buds. She gasped loudly.

"OOOOHHH.” She couldn't stop the noise that came out her lips, his tongue rough as it rasped over her nipple. The blood was pounding in the trapped flesh, feeling like it were her heart pounding. His fingers twisted her nipples, never releasing them, the trapped flesh twisted out of shape.

His tongue continued to slap at her nipples, moving from one to the other until he grew tired of the game, his lips grasping onto one firm tit and suckling it, drawing the swollen nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue finding it and dancing over it. He gnawed at her tit, his teeth biting lightly on the flesh, biting deeper until he felt her jerk in pain, sawing back and forth over the flesh with his sharp teeth. He released her tit, the firm flesh covered in his spit. Her nipples stood out hard and defiant.

He wanted to touch her pussy, her full black bush beckoning him, but he had other plans. He sat down in the large, overstuffed chair, pulling back his robe until his cock was naked and his balls sitting on the seat of the chair. “Lay on my legs. I'm going to warm up your ass."

Her breasts hurt, the tips sore from his pawing and biting. He sat down, his wrinkled balls sitting naked on the chair, his hand holding up his cock as he spoke to her. He was going to spank her ass and there was little she could do about it, looking at Jacob, no compassion in his eyes. She eased over his lap, cringing when she felt his thick cock pushing against her stomach, sure that it was leaking on her, her skin feeling like it was burned with a hot fluid. As she lowered herself down crushing his cock beneath her, she felt it jerk and shudder in pleasure. His hands were not idle, putting her into position, forcing her head down to the ground, her hair trailing on the floor. The blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy, but that was the least of her problems. His hands were causally running over her ass cheeks, his hands forcing her back down and her ass up until she was displayed obscenely. At least she could keep her thighs clenched tightly together. At least for now. She felt him squirming beneath her until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock rubbing along her virgin pussy lips, jerking from the unexpected touch.

Her ass was raised up high; the sharp crack pronounced by her tightly clenched thighs and cheeks. He would explore her anal cleft later at his leisure when he prepared to sodomize her. He would enjoy the sight of his white cock thrust between her tightly clenched brown cheeks.

She wasn't ready for the sharp crack of his hand on her upraised butt. She heard it before she felt it, not even sure what it was until the pain raced up from her cheeks. She clenched her cheeks in pain; the skin of one cheek feeling like it was on fire. His hand returned, Mary jerking away, expecting another slap, instead his hand sensuously caressed her naked cheek, lingering on the spot that still smarted from the spank. She braced for the next one, this time her other cheek receiving the punishing blow, her body jerking up, then back down, the pain racing to her brain.

She was dancing erotically on his cock, her body squirming so nicely on his cock each time he hit her cheeks, her buttocks clenching tightly as he caressed the hot flesh. He sped up the spanking, Mary humping up and down on his cock, feeling the head of his cock slide between the soft folds of her pussy, a gasp from Mary at the unexpected touch of his hot organ on her virgin flesh. The General struggled not to cum, wanting to save his precious seed for her virgin cunt. Her brown cheeks were now crimson, the flesh hot, her cheeks still clenched tightly together. Her pussy gripped the head of his cock each time he spanked her as if she were enjoying it. He finally stopped, seeing Jacob preparing for Mary. He dumped her unceremoniously on the floor, her naked body falling into a heap as she rubbed her sore ass cheeks.

"Get into bed, General,” Jacob instructing him as he prepared the apparatus, a strange collection of ropes and leather straps. The General laid back on the smooth blankets, naked, his hand rubbing his erect member, pointing it straight up into the air. He had an idea of what Jacob had in mind, pleased if it was true.

Jacob and the other black grabbed her, pulling her as if she were a rag doll. She could do little as they grabbed her limbs, slapping away her hands when she tried to protest their actions. “NNNOO!” She cried out when she felt thick, black leather straps wrapped around her wrists. They tightened each one until the leather bit deeply into her skin. Her ankles were next, yanking her legs apart so casually, not even looking at her as they did it, too intent on their ruthless bondage. She pulled on her arms, ropes hanging from the ends of the leather straps, similar ones on her legs. She felt a leather harness thrust under her naked ass, her body tossed this way then that as they positioned the strange device beneath her. They pulled the leather straps around her body, tightening them around her stomach; Mary almost unable to breathe as they dug into her stomach. Another slid under her breasts, four pulled down over her shoulders to meet the other, all of them cinched up tight by Jacob, a big grin on his face as Mary felt her breasts squeezed tightly between they unyielding leather bands until they were compressed into tight balls, the blood pushed harshly to the tips. What were worse were her legs. They were pulled up to the sides, then thrust up almost to her shoulders, pinned to the side by the tight restraining leather of the harness. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, her legs spread too wide. She could barely breathe, the leather crisscrossing her body and digging painfully into her flesh. She looked down; her sex spread open, her lips pulled apart to expose the pink intimate flesh of her inner lips to the leering eyes of the General.

The General rubbed his hands together in excitement as they prepared Mary. Her body was bound so tight she could barely breathe, her face red as the leather straps dug deep into her body. Even her lovely tits were tied tight, the firm flesh contorted by the leather straps that dug deep into the flesh. But nothing was more exciting then the harsh spread of her legs, seeing her pain as they were pulled back almost vertically, her pussy spread open and revealing the pink inner flesh and the dark, mysterious hole that he would soon breach with his cock.

If that wasn't bad enough, it got worse. Mary felt her body pulled up, the straps digging painfully in her flesh each time they moved her. They picked her up, carrying her over to the bed, Jacob taking the four ropes that hung uselessly from her straps and threw them up into the rafters in the ceiling, the ends coming dangling back down. She tried to look up but the tight bondage prevented her from doing anything but look down. Down between her legs. She felt the blacks holding her begin to lower her, Mary trembling in fear. Would they drop her? She felt the pull on her arms first, thrust up high over her head. The straps dug farther into her slim wrists. “OOOOWWW,” she cried out in pain. She felt the pain in her ankles next, the gentle tug getting harder until the straps almost cut her ankle. She felt a sudden surge as the blacks released her, feeling strange as she began to fall. Then she stopped abruptly, her body curled into a ball by as the straps became tight. They had tied the ropes above her, both of them stepping back as Mary began to spin slowly, hung from the ropes, her naked body bent in half. Her legs were spread obscenely, her pussy now the lowest thing to the ground. And there lay the General, his hand holding up his thick cock. Mary finally figuring it out. They were going to hang her over his cock. And let her own weight take her virginity from her, his cock poised at the opening of her sex. How cruel. And painful. She could just barely breathe, the straps digging into her body like knives. She felt her body slowly revolving, seeing the smirk on Jacob's face as her eyes moved past him.

"Over here. Bring her over here.” The General couldn't wait to ride the brown-skinned bitch. She was bound so nicely, her tits crushed, her pussy open and available. Jacob moved the ropes, sliding them along the rafters in the bedroom, the other black supported Mary's ass so they could park her over his cock. His cock stood up hard and erect, eager to bury itself in her hot, virgin hole.

Jacob pulled up on the ropes until Mary was higher then the General's cock, handing him the ends of the ropes. “All you have to do is release them. She'll do all the rest. You can spin her for added friction, though I don't think you'll need that. Nothing like a tight virgin pussy to skin your cock. Take her dry, the scream will be worth the pain. The blood will make it easy once you're inside."

The General took the ropes, lowering Mary until she was only an inch above his cock. Jacob pushed her over until her pussy was poised over his cock, the dark, virgin hole barely visible. The General lowered Mary down until he felt his cock pushing between the soft folds of her pussy lips, his hand holding his cock up rigid as her pussy began to enfold the head of his cock.

She could feel his hard, unyielding cock as it battered at her virginity. The way her head was positioned, she was forced to watch her own rape, the smiling General below her, his cock ready to take her innocence away forever. The pressure increased, her lips forced back, Mary feeling her body inched down so slowly and methodically. She felt his flesh jerking in pleasure as her hot sex engulfed the head.

The General could feel her pussy slowly suck his cock deeper inside her, Mary gasping as it impaled her. It was hard going, her opening tight, his cock much too big for such a tiny virgin hole, but he would have none of that. He stopped lowering her with just the head of his cock inside her, his cock jerking as the muscles of her pussy clenching on the thick head. The General shoved his hips up, lowering Mary down, pulling her up and down in a slow gentle fuck. He felt her insides relax as his cock stretched her. He let her down until finally meeting some resistance. He stopped, holding his breath as he savored the moment, his cock banging at the gate of her innocence.

Mary's face was red in shame, the other blacks watching her as she was raped, the bondage holding her in place while his cock continued to burrow into her virgin hole. She flinched when she felt her hymen stretching, sweat breaking out on her brow. He was pulling her up and down on his cock, Mary unable to do anything but wait for the inevitable pain as her rape unfolded. Each time he let her down, his cock would stretch her hymen more, knowing that it would soon bust the tiny barrier, her pussy open to take his massive weapon deep inside her. She didn't know if she would survive being busted by such a massive weapon, sure that he would render her useless.

The General readied himself, her hot tight hole too inviting, her virginity just a barrier to a delicious fuck. He felt her body squirming as he continued to stretch her hymen, pulling her high up, bracing his cock as he released the tension in the ropes, sending Mary's body hard down on his cock, her weight her own worst enemy. He tightened his grip on the ropes, keeping her from falling any farther.

"No, stop,” Mary cried out, but it was too late. She yelped in pain, the sound that young virgins make when their innocence is snatched from them. Her eyes opened wide in pain, trying to pull up, but gravity was her own worst enemy, her body pushed down on the invading cock, her hymen suddenly ripped open, her virgin pussy filled with the hard flesh of a cock. Mary huffed as she tried to catch her breath, her insides clenching and unclenching painfully on the rigid flesh between her legs that she was impaled on. It was as if she were sitting on a giant log, deep inside her. “Don't move,” she begged, but she already felt her body being pulled up, her insides dragging on the flesh. It was only a short distance, the General releasing the tension in the ropes, the air shoved from her lungs as the thick cock sliced painfully inside her once virgin passage. Her insides felt torn, the cock feeling like an iron rod pushing aside all her muscles’ resistance to dig deeper inside her.

The General had to will himself not to cum, her insides clenching on his cock so possessively, jerking her up and down with the rope, as Mary thrashed about on his cock. He looked at his cock, smeared with the red blood of a virgin, his cock growing thicker. He began to fuck her harder, pulling her up high on the ropes and then suddenly letting her down, his thick cock filling her pussy until he finally felt it slam against her cervix with a powerful thud. Her scream would have filled the room if she had enough breath to make much noise. Instead, it sounded like a sigh, his cock jerking inside her in pleasure. Her hips jerked as her body shuddered in pain, the General lifting her up by the ropes slowly until the head of his cock was gripped by her hot, tight hole. He let her go, all eight inches of cock slicing her open, Mary screaming as she bit her lip. He pushed up with his hips as if he could shove his cock deeper inside her, as if he could breach her cervix and bury the head of his cock directly in her womb. The head of his cock was pushed hard against her cervix, feeling her painful contractions extracting such delight in his flesh. She was puffing loudly; her muffled screams now just sighs of pain as she was getting used to being impaled on his punishing cock. Her pussy danced up and down on his cock, her blood lubricating it as he struggled not to cum in her.

She felt torn inside, seeing the blood on his cock as it pulled out, bracing herself for each time he fucked back in, the General dropping her until it felt like his cock was going to come out her mouth. It banged so painfully into her cervix, sure that he would tear her to shreds if he continued the constant pounding. And his cock began to swell larger, more painful with each thrust back inside, Mary not realizing that his orgasm was imminent. All she wanted to do what end this painful rape.

The General couldn't contain his lust any longer; his sphincter clenched tightly, the knot in his balls tight and a deep ache from the need to release his cum. He jerked her up and down on his cock three times, quick jerks up and down, his cock spearing her bloodied hole until her muscles clenched so tight that they dragged the sperm from his balls. He let her sink down on his cock, the head of his cock clenched tight against her cervix. His head shot up as he bellowed his impending orgasm. “Take my cum in you.” He flooded her once virgin hole with his hot cum, bathing her passage with his sperm, the orgasm racing through his body, his balls tingling as his cum shot up to spurt out the head of his cock. He pulled her up, his cock spewing another load of cum as her pussy pinched the head tight, slicing back in, his cock spewing as it shot into the depths of her passage.

At least it was less painful; his cum lubricating her abuse passage, feeling the hot fluids coat her virgin passage. His cock jerked and sputtered, the General finally releasing her down onto him, his softening cock still snuggled tight inside of her. She could feel the rush of cum flood out, dripping down her pussy to fall on the General beneath her. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead, exhausted from the terrible rape. She only wished he would regain his strength and release her to go back to her room and allow her to administer to her wounded body.

The General relaxed, getting his normal breathing back. His hands crept up to her bound breasts, finding the nipples, rubbing them as Mary watched him. Her nipples were swollen, the bondage shoving the blood harshly to the tips, his fingers igniting them, the General enjoying her moans of pain as he pinched them too hard.

She didn't understand, his hands playing with her breasts, Mary unable to stop the nipples from growing bigger to his touch, the bondage making them swell with blood. Then she felt it, the General moving his cock inside her. First just an inch at a time, Mary suddenly realizing that his prick was stiffening. “No! Don't fuck me again!” She didn't even care about the words she used, she just wanted to end this rape. She felt him raising her up again, her pussy pulled from his cock, feeling it grow. He lowered her down again, slowly this time, her insides forced to caress the thickening shaft as it slid in her slick passage. Up she went, then back down, each time more of his ever increasing thickness slid inside her. He was fucking her again, looking down between her legs to see his white cock slicing between her brown thighs, slick with her juices and mixed with her blood.

It was almost as good the second time, but he still had a way to make her as tight as a virgin. With one hand guiding her up and down with the ropes, his other hand slid under her ass, feeling her cheeks tighten up from his unexpected touch. With the bondage, she could do little to stop his intentions, his fingers finding her crack, one finger sliding up and down the sweat drenched anal cleft. His finger tickled her virgin anus, sending the tiny hole into a series of spasms, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she was forced to tighten her muscles. He shoved his hips up at the same time his finger shoved into her virgin hole.

"Not there!” She couldn't do anything but shake her body as the finger searched out her backside. She felt a shiver run through her as it teased over her hole, tingling at the tight knot, her muscles clenching uncontrollably. His cock in her pussy hurt, her pussy tightening on the thick shaft in response to the unexpected probing of her backside. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth open, no sounds coming out for second, then a ear piercing scream filled the room, even scaring Jacob. The thick, dry finger had breached her bottom, a sob of pain from her lips as she found her asshole impaled for the first time tonight by a thick finger. She could do nothing, clenching on the finger as it pushed in until it pushed hard against the muscles in her rectum, sending a fiery feeling deep in her guts. His cock continued to fuck her, pulling her up and down, his cock sliding easily in her cum-drenched pussy. It still felt huge, his cock not completely hard again, the finger in her guts making her tighten her muscles. She was taking all eight inches of his cock again, the brutal flesh tearing up and down to beat against her ravaged cervix. But it was the finger that was the worst, her body shooting up as a second finger joined the first, her anal ring burning as it was forced to open wider then she thought humanly possible. She was sure that she was bleeding back there.

Her hot, moist asshole clenched on his two fingers, feeling her muscles trying to force them out, only succeeding in forcing her pussy to grip his cock harder. He took her with powerful thrusts with his cock, his fingers twisting and turning in her tight asshole, her body jerking on the end of the ropes like a puppet, impaled on his duel flesh. There was hated in her eyes as she stared at him, but her lips were clenched in tight defiance, all the while his fingers buried deep in her clutching asshole. He rode her ruthlessly, fucking her up and down on his cock, a new gasp from her lips as a third finger joined the other two, twisting and turning as he fought his way deep into her bowels. He felt his impending orgasm, not caring about her pleasure, bending his fingers in her guts until she sobbed in pain, her body tense and tight. He shoved his fingers so deep inside her; he could almost feel them tear her, her body shuddering in pain as he let her down on all eight inches of his cock. He filled her from both sides, his balls spewing forth its precious seed into her waiting womb, his second orgasm taking over. He was surprised as he shot three loads of cum in her, bathing her insides all while twisting his fingers inside her, stretching them out, all needed to make her tighten on his cock as he filled her pussy with cum. He finally let her sink down on him again, his semi-limp cock still nestled tight in her cum drenched hole. He felt his fingers inside her, Mary sobbing above him.

Her asshole felt torn and used, his fingers still burning as they sat inside her like a giant rock. Even his shrunken cock felt big, Mary afraid of moving, afraid that any movement might be construed as her arousal, not wanting to get fucked again. She didn't think she could take another one. His fingers finally pulled out of her asshole with a loud pop, the burning still there in spite of them being gone. She felt the tremors for long minutes in her asshole, finally feeling her anus close, a series of spasms sending her pussy muscles to clench on his cock. She held her breath, hoping that his cock didn't grow inside her.

The General had cum twice, not sure he could do it again, but he wanted to try. Jacob still had one trick left, moving close to the bed. The General felt her pussy clench on his cock as he took his fingers from her asshole, the flesh beginning to stir again.

"You ready, Master.” Jacob didn't wait for an answer, moving close enough to grab the straps that held Mary in the tight bondage. He began to shove her, twisting her until she began to spin. Spin on his cock.

"NOOOO!” The cock in her instantly grew when they spun her. It wasn't so bad at first, her insides still slick with his cum. But as he spun her faster Mary's head grew dizzy as the room spun around faster. Her insides dried out, his thick cock rubbing the wrong way, feeling like it was twice the size as it stretched out places that were not meant to be touched. The General began to raise and lower her as she spun, the cock tearing up and down her insides like a giant corkscrew. She almost passed out twice, her body drenched in sweat, the General able to hold out longer, fucking her painfully for almost a half of an hour. Half of hour of painful hell as she spun on his thick cock. He finally came in her the last time, just a bit of his former self, his balls emptied too many times already.

"Take her away.” The General was exhausted from his rape of the lovely girl, eager to sleep now. They cut her down, pulling her away from the bed to drop harshly to the floor, Mary laying curled up into a ball on the floor, the cum dripping from her pussy. He took one look at her, her pussy stretched and red from the numerous fucking. She would remember her first time forever. All girls did, whether it was by a lover or by rape. It would be etched in her brain forever.

They had to drag her off, Mary unable to walk, though she knew that she would still be required to show up for work in only a couple of hours. She had lost her virginity to the white man, the General taking her with a brutality that she never knew existed. And she feared what he would do to her in the future, already feeling the touch of his finger in her ass and fearing for her mouth.

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CHAPTER 6

Poor, White Trash

The General protested when he heard the news. “She and her husband were a couple of slimy farmers. They cheated everyone. I haven't heard from them in ten or fifteen years."

"Yes, General. They were killed in a wagon accident. They were traveling home from selling their crops and their wagon went off the road and plunged down a ravine. They say it wasn't an accident, but nobody really cared. It was good riddance to bad rubbish.” Jerry Lee knew it would be a hard sell, but he had heard about the twin girls.

"I didn't even know they had any kids. How old are they?” The General didn't want to take any distant relatives onto the plantation, in spite of them being related. Too many were just after hus money.

"Just turned eighteen, General. Twin girls. From what I hear they are good looking but dumb as a jackass."

"They're old enough to take care of themselves. Why bring them here?” The General was adamant. With the blacks, they were easily controlled and learned their place quickly. White trash never learned, expecting that they had something coming. You had to continually beat them into submission.

"They're too dumb. They wouldn't last a day without someone picking them up. You don't want it going around that our relatives are hookers because you wouldn't take them in.” Jerry Lee already had plans for them. “Kaitlyn and I will be responsible for them."

"Damn right you'll be responsible for them. They'll earn their keep just like the blacks. We can use them as servers. At least we'll have some white ones. I just know you'll have to beat them every month. Or is that what you had in mind, Jerry Lee?” Now it dawned on him, Jerry Lee and Kaitlyn were going to abuse their cousins. Two white girls to string up on the wall, stripped naked and whipped until they beg for Jerry Lee to rape them. And he was sure that Kaitlyn would have them licking her pussy before the month was out.

"We'll keep them in line with whatever means are necessary. Don't you think it would be nice to have some white pussy around in case you want it, General?"

The General's cock grew at the thought of two young, naked white girls in his bed, but he didn't want to show it to Jerry Lee. “You can send for them, but don't you forget you're responsible for them. Both of you are responsible,” giving Kaitlyn a stern look.

Jerry Lee and Kaitlyn left the General to make arrangements for the girls to make the trip. They would be here by the beginning of the week.

Jerry Lee met the stage when it came in, the girls getting off on the remote stop just outside the plantation property line. The door opened and the twins got out; the driver stepping down to make sure he held the door for them; his eyes watching their generous bosoms as they bent over to get out of the stage. Their ragged clothes barely covered their bodies; the driver making no attempt to cover his eagerness to ogle their half-naked bodies. “Out of the way,” Jerry Lee said while pushing the driver out of the way. “Over here,” he said harshly to the girls.

Emily and Paris followed the man over to the wagon, grabbing their one bag, running to keep up with his large strides. Their blonde tresses clung to their faces, dirty from the long wagon ride, their dresses clinging to their sweat drenched bodies. They had heard that these relatives were rich, living a good life on a big plantation, though their parents had never spoken of them before. They were at least thankful that they were taken in, not knowing enough to live on their own. They only attended school up to the second grade because of their parents making them work the fields as soon as they were strong enough. The last couple of years they spent inside, sewing for some of the townspeople, their father not happy with their enthusiasm in the fields.

Jerry Lee looked at them as they stood in front of the wagon. They were smelly and sweaty, but beneath the grime they still looked good. Twin blondes, they were good looking, though not beautiful. A nice pair of tits pushed out the thin dress, the sweat molding it over the firm flesh so you could make out the nipples beneath, the girls not showing any sign of shame or even recognition that they looked half naked. They had full hips below their slim waists; he was sure they didn't get much food at home. Long legs were hidden by the long dress, but you could see through some of the tears in it. He walked behind them, his eyes gazing at the pert asses that thrust out so provocatively. He couldn't wait to see more. He moved in front of them.

"Which one is Emily and which one is Paris?” They looked exactly the same, not a speck of difference that he could see between them.

Emily was the one that spoke up, Paris the shyer one, though both tended to stay in the background. Their daddy had told them they were better off if others didn't see or hear from them, and they always obeyed their daddy. “I'm Emily.” Her voice was barely more then a whisper.

"How can I tell you from Paris?"

"I have a small birth mark.” She pointed to a spot just below her right breast as if it was a natural thing. “Paris ain't got none."

I'll be doing a lot of inspecting, Jerry Lee thought to himself. Starting tonight in the parlor when they will meet the family. “Get in the wagon; we have a long ride.” He threw them each a piece of bread with some meat on it. “That should hold you until you get to the plantation.” He watched as they both devoured it as though they hadn't eaten in a month. Maybe they hadn't.

Kaitlyn met Jerry Lee when one of the servants told her of the arrival of the wagon. “I'll take them from here,” pushing aside Jerry Lee. “I'm Mistress Kaitlyn, but you'll call me Mistress. He's called Master. You'll never address any of us by our first names. We are all Master or Mistress.” She looked at them, their eyes glazed over as though they didn't know what was going on. “Do you understand?” Her voice increased in volume until she saw a speck of recognition in their eyes.

"Yes, Mistress,” Emily said in a small, girlish whisper.

"Good. You both smell; we'll get you a bath and some clean clothes.” She led them off, the two of them trailing Kaitlyn like little children following their mother. Kaitlyn took them to the slave quarters, their new home. It was one long corridor of the house, rooms on both sides of the wide hallway, anywhere from two to six in each room. This was for the house staff only, the farm slaves lived in shanties around the plantation. Some were even allowed to marry and have families. The family and the other whites in the household roamed these halls at night when they needed to sate their lust, the slaves cringing at the sounds of footsteps in the hallway until they passed their doors. Many nights you could hear the painful squeals of girls beneath their masters, white cocks between their black thighs.

They both stripped off their clothes in front of Mistress, glad to get rid of the smelly clothes, a hot bath filled for them, each one taking their turn while the other waited naked for her sister to finish. Mistress watched them, her eyes glancing over their naked bodies, but they were more concerned with washing the filth of the long ride from their bodies.

Kaitlyn looked at them, identical firm bodies that Jerry Lee would enjoy, as would Kaitlyn, though in a different way. Firm breasts on both of them, small nipples, though dark against their pale white skin. Each had a blonde bush; the silky, light hair barely able to cover the full mound and deep slit of their pussy. She caught the sight of their firm ass cheeks, Kaitlyn almost jealous of their young, taut bodies, but she would take her jealously out on them with a whip. “Hurry up, I don't have all day to waste on you.” The last one in the tub washed quickly, getting out and drying off as Kaitlyn handed them new clothes.

Emily and Paris had trouble figuring out how to put them on, the dresses long and full, covering their ankles. The waist and hips were tight, clinging to their bodies. As was the bosom, a wide expanse of naked cleavage showing, the dress pushing up their breasts as if offering up to those that wanted to gaze at them. They were ashamed at how exposed their bosoms were, but said nothing, not wanting to offend Mistress. And Mistress's dress was just as daring. They were each given a light chemise to wear underneath their dress, as well as white undergarments, Paris playing with the pretty pink bows that held the sides together. They never saw boots like the ones Mistress gave them, spending over ten minutes to lace them up, going up almost to their knees. They were black, almost like riding boots that daddy wore, but these had lace and were made for girls. It took a minute for them to get used to them, the heels high, stumbling before they could finally walk.

"You'll eat and live with the black slaves. You aren't any better. If you misbehave, I'll whip you just like them. You'll do anything we tell you. Anything. Just because you're distant relatives, don't think you're as good as we are. You're just white trash. The General took you in because he felt sorry for you. Out here he is the judge and jury. Many blacks could be found in shallow graves around the plantation for not believing that. Now eat and you'll meet the rest of the family tonight.” She left the two girls eating, more like shoveling the food in their mouths. They ate like it was their last meal or their first meal in a month, Kaitlyn not sure which.

Jerry Lee was lying on the bed when Kaitlyn came in, Kaitlyn not surprised that he was naked and stroking his cock. Good, because she wasn't going to do it. She wouldn't let him put his cock in her for the last three years; let him fuck the blacks. But only if Kaitlyn was present and in most cases, she enjoyed helping out. Emily and Paris were going to be different; white girls for him to fuck. But not before Kaitlyn broke them in with the whip.

His cock was sticking up in the air; his hand slowing riding up and down the shaft. “What do they look like?” He let his imagination get the best of him; that is why he was masturbating.

"You'll like the tramps. Nice ripe bodies for you to violate. They'll scream nicely. Hopefully they're virgins, but I don't trust their father. The bastard probably took their cherry when they were thirteen. You going to present them to the family tonight?"

"Yes, thought I would give them a peek and let the girls find out what they are going to have to submit to. I think Madison will like them.” He wasn't sure about his sister Charlotte, but she looked at other girls like a man would look at them.

"Now you don't know that for a fact. She's had many beaus; she just can't find anyone good enough.” Like Charlotte's love of female flesh, Kaitlyn would often force Jerry Lee's latest conquest to lick her quim while he was fucking her; the thought of the twin white girls exciting her.

"She just isn't lucky like you, to get the man of her dreams.” Jerry Lee groaned as his cock spewed his cum into the air; the thick ropey cum landing on the floor beside the bed; his hand pumping away until more leaked from the head of his cock.

"I just settled for less,” Kaitlyn mocked him. She opened the door, catching one of the blacks in the hallway. She turned to Jerry Lee. “Get dressed,” watching as he went into the bathroom. “Get in here and clean up this mess,” she shouted at the trembling girl. She rushed in, wiping up the wet spot on the floor, not even realizing what it was. She would have been mortified if she knew it was Jerry Lee's cum, though she probably had some between her thighs at least once. “Get out now!” She shooed the girl out the door, slamming it behind her.

The parlor was filled. The General, Jerry Lee and Kaitlyn, Doc, Savannah, Madison, Charlotte, as well as two of the overseers, one for the house and the other for the fields, were sipping brandies. The General lit up one of his cigars, blowing out the smoke into the room. “Well, where are they? Do I have to wait all night?” He heard they were here and wanted to see them.

"I'll get them now,” Jerry Lee hurrying to satisfy the General. Nobody makes the General wait. He went outside the parlor, the girls waiting, both of them trembling in fear. “Now you do exactly as I tell you. You defy me, and I'll whip your asses until they bleed. In front of everyone. Do you understand me?” His hand shot out and slapped Paris across the face; her head rocked from one side to the other from the powerful blow. There were tears in her eyes and her cheek was already turning red. “Yes, Master, we understand,” Emily's voice shaking as she answered for both of them.

"Doesn't she speak?” He glared at Paris, seeing her cringe as if he was going to strike her again.

"Not much, Master. But she obeys good. So do I.” She couldn't believe that he had struck Paris for no reason.

"We'll see. I'd love to whip that lovely ass naked. Would you like that Emily?"

"No, Master, we be good.” She was afraid of him, almost as much as she was of Mistress.

Jerry Lee ushered them into the room; all eyes on them as they walked in. He marched them until they stood in front of the General, the others taking chairs around them, wanting to get a better look at them. “This is Emily and Paris, General."

The girls didn't say a word, the General looking at them, up and down their bodies, like the driver on the stage did. It was different back at home; Daddy didn't let the boys near them. Here it was different. Much different and that is why Emily feared for both of them.

"How can you tell the difference?” The General looked at them, identical twins, not a clue to separate them.

"Emily has a birth mark below her right breast.” Jerry Lee said it with authority, seeing the General looking at him. “Would you like to see it?"

Emily looked at Master, not believing what he just said. Did he tell him that he could see it? She hadn't shown it to anyone, at least any boy. And there were at least four of them here, all staring at her.

"Of course. I can't tell the difference. How will I know what to call them?” The General took a puff of his cigar, blowing it in the direction of Emily. He took a sip of brandy and settled back in his chair. “Come over here closer child; let me see your birthmark?” He rubbed his cock through his pants brazenly, making sure that she saw it.

"Go next to the General. Take your dress and your chemise and pull it down to your waist.” He walked in back of her and whispered in her ear. “If you don't, I'm going to tie you up and whip you in front of them. Naked. Both of you."

Either way she had no choice. They were going to see her naked as well as Paris and there was nothing she could do about it. With halting steps she moved close to the General, seeing his wrinkled hands rubbing the bulge in his pants as his eyes gazed at her half-naked bosom. She could feel her chest rising and falling as she struggled to breathe.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons. It was hard enough when she put it on, harder now to take if off in front of everyone. The buttons finally began to pop open, Emily not realizing how many there were until she saw the General growing impatient. She popped off two buttons, watching as they rolled over the floor, her hands working quicker to open all of them to the waist. The chemise was uncovered, Emily turning red when she saw how her nipples had become erect and pushed out the thin fabric of the chemise, Emily able to make out her nipples beneath it. Master glared at her, Emily slipping the dress off of her shoulders, letting it slide down until it hung around her waist. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she breathed heavily, unable to fill her lungs because of her nervousness. She held the chemise in the front as she let the slim straps on her shoulders slide down her arms, pulling them free, her hand holding it over her heaving breasts.

"Hurry up!” The General grew impatient. “Let me see those titties."

She dropped the front of the chemise, feeling the material slide over her nipples, Emily struggling to keep them from growing thicker from the sensuous touch. She closed her eyes, but it wouldn't stop her face and bosom from turning red in shame, knowing they were all staring at her bare chest.

"Open your eyes,” Jerry Lee's voice booming loudly until Emily opened her eyes, the loud voice scaring her. He looked at her lovely tits, just as he imagined, though he wished her nipples were larger. Still they would feel the bite of clamps on them when he tired of fucking her and turned to relishing her pain. They were nice and firm, her nipples almost pointing up to the ceiling.

Emily was humiliated, half naked in front of all of them, their eyes lusting after her naked breasts as she trembled in spite of the hot fire going in the fireplace.

"Put your hands behind your neck,” Jerry Lee helping her as the General grew impatient. “Stick out your elbows to the side.” Her tits rose up even higher, Jerry Lee wanting to grab the firm flesh. He moved behind her, pressing his hard cock against her ass. His hands went to her hips, keeping her still as she tried to move away. “Don't move,” he whispered in her ear. His hand slid up her hips and over the naked skin of her side, feeling the goose bumps appear as he moved higher. He felt her body tense as his hands slid under her naked breasts, craddling them underneath to heft them up, offering them up to the General for his visual inspection. “See the birthmark,” moving his hand to the side so he could see it, the tiny brown mark just on the soft underbelly of her right breast.

His hands fondled her naked breasts with impunity, her nipples growing larger even though he didn't touch them. She was half naked, the first time a man had seen her this way, humiliated to be treated like a slave. Is this what their life was going to be like? Or would it be worse? If they stripped her to the waist, what would stop them from taking off all of her clothes? Or more?

"Now the other. How do I know the other one doesn't have the same birth mark?” The General imagined his mouth gripping her erect nipples, biting and sucking them while she rubbed his cock. What would it be like to take twins for the first time? It would be like you were busting her hymen twice, able to enjoy the pleasure of her cry of pain twice. Now he knew why Jerry Lee was so insistent on bringing them here. He was going to take out his lust on them both.

Paris watched her sister as though it was happening to someone else and she wasn't even there. She saw her sister's shame as she was forced to take off her clothes to the waist and let them look at her naked breasts. Now the reality set in. She would have to do the same thing. She didn't want to pay the price of defying them, her fingers moving swiftly to unbutton the dress, letting it fall to her waist. She slipped off the chemise, her breasts popping free into the bright light of the parlor, all eyes on her as she revealed her naked breasts to the men. She didn't wait, getting into the position as Emily had, feeling Master behind her, bracing for the hands that would cradle her naked breasts for the first time. She was shocked by the touch, her nipples growing so erect they almost hurt. The calloused hands played across the silky skin of her breasts, but nothing could have prepared her for the touch of his fingers on her nipples. “EEEEWWW,” she gasped in sudden shocked as the fingers touched her nipples, rubbing them, Paris feeling them continue to grow as the blood pounded in the tips. He pinched them again, another squeal from her mouth, the sudden shock sending a shiver between her legs.

Jerry Lee felt her push her ass back onto his cock when he pinched her nipples; another pinch and he was rewarded with another rub of his cock. He wished he had more time for her to masturbate him with her lovely ass, but the General grew bored with this game.

"Leave them over in the corner for a while. They can learn.” He dismissed Jerry Lee, going back to his cigar and brandy.

Emily and Paris found themselves bound for the first time, though not the last. Their hands were thrust into iron cuffs hanging from chains high on the ceiling; their proud breasts naked and thrust up for all to admire. They were left there for hours while the rest of the family and friends talked and enjoyed their brandies, an occasional hand coming over to caress the naked flesh, first a calloused hand and then the soft hand of a female teasing the nipples of both of the trembling girls back to erection. They couldn't believe that a girl could do such a thing to them. Or would want to. They were finally released, sent back to the slave quarters to fall into a sound sleep until the roosters woke them up at the crack of dawn; the girls ushered out of their rooms to begin the long day of a slave.

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CHAPTER 7

Madison and the Young Buck

Madison was waiting for him, the overseer giving him a lesson just days ago. He was strung up, the overseer whipping his back with the black bullwhip, making sure that he didn't damage him too much. It was just enough so he learned that he was to obey any white, even the women. Madison could take care of herself, a dagger in her night stand and a small revolver under her pillow. She had never had a problem with a black before and she didn't expect this one to be any different. After all, he was going to have a chance to fuck a white woman. There was a knock at the door. “Come in."

The overseer brought the buck in, the one she had bought at the slave mart a short time ago. “This'un here is Charlie, Ma'am."

Madison looked at him, bathed and oiled, dressed in a loin cloth that could barely contain the thick cock that hung down between his legs. She looked at his chest, the oiled abs bursting with muscles and his thighs thick and muscular. “Turn around.” He obeyed without question; his firm haunches would feel good when he used their power to thrust his cock into her. She liked to be ridden hard, especially by a big cock, the pain mixing with the pleasure. She just hoped that she was right about this one having stamina, not wanting a quick fuck. “You can go now,” Madison dismissed the overseer.

"Yes'm, Ma'am. I'll be just down the hall in case you need me.” He still never trusted the black bucks, no matter how much she did. He shut the door and went down to the end of the hall, finding the chair he had placed there along with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar. It would be a couple of hours, so he settled in. The rest of the hall was empty, Madison making sure no one else was around. She liked to make lots of noise.

Charlie looked at the white woman, remembering the way her soft, silky hands glided over his cock, making him cum. She was dressed in a silky bathrobe; Charlie had never seen such a fine garment before. He could make out her lovely body beneath it, hoping that he would have a chance to fuck her this time. He felt his cock beginning to stir as she gazed at him; her eyes glued to his crotch.

"Take it off,” she ordered him, Charlie proud of his large cock, throwing the short loin cloth to the side, spreading his legs so she could see his massive weapon. The girls loved or hated his cock, either too big or big enough, never in between. And he loved to fuck, able to keep from cumming no matter how tight a pussy he was in. And with his large cock they were all tight.

Madison licked her lips when his naked cock came into view, the prick as long and thick as a babies arm. She couldn't wait to feel it between her legs; it had been a while since she had something that big inside her. “Stroke it, make it bigger.” She watched his hand take his semi-hard cock and begin to rub it, slowly rubbing over the head, the cock jerking in his hand. He took long strokes from the base of his balls all the way to the head, a drop of cum leaking from the head with each broad stroke. He teased her with it, aiming it at her as he stroked it to erection. She watched the black shaft grow in his hand; his cum making it slick; his hand sliding easier up and down the cum-laden shaft. With his other hand he hefted up his balls, the twin balls must weigh a pound each, the black wrinkled bag covered with black, springy hair, Madison loving it when it tickled against her asshole as she was getting pounded by the cock. She could only imagine all the cum that was in them.

He watched her as she watched him. Her hand began to unbutton the bathrobe she was wearing, pulling back the top until her twin white breasts broke free into the light. Her fingers plucked at her nipples; Charlie licking his lips hoping he would get a chance to suck and bite on them. She pushed the robe off her shoulders and down her arms until she was naked to the waist; Charlie had never seen a white woman's breasts before. The nipples and areolas stood out in sharp contrast to the white skin of her breast, almost as if they were targets. She played with them as she watched him masturbate his cock, her nipples growing just as his cock did.

It had to be almost a foot long, the head as big as her fist. She remembered barely being able to put her fingers around the thick shaft. She sat lower in an upholstered chair, unbuttoning more buttons of the dressing gown, her belly revealed to Charlie, his eyes looking at her as she undressed for him. She could feel her pussy grow damp with desire. It was so forbidden to let a black male see you naked, never mind letting them fuck you. That is what excited her; that and the size of the prick. There weren't many bucks that had a prick as big as Charlie's; that is what drew him to her.

She was undressing, taking off the bathrobe, the buttons opened past her waist, Charlie looking at her tiny belly button on the sea of white skin. Her hands were so tiny unbuttoning the buttons with such precision, a dark bush barely visible as the buttons popped open. She sat up, unbuttoning all the buttons on the bathrobe, all the way to her ankles, leaning back, the bathrobe just folded over her body, undone and ready to unveil her naked body to him. He stroked his cock with broad strokes, stopping at the head, his fingernail scratching just under the head, a delicious combination of pain and pleasure that made his cock twitch.

She looked at him, pushing her bathrobe to the sides until it fell beneath her, her naked thighs clenched together. For now. She felt a shiver run through her body, the same feeling she got each time she stripped naked for a new buck, knowing that she was the first white woman they had ever seen naked. “Do you like it, Charlie?” Her fingers stroked across her dense black bush, teasing the follicles, the tiny hairs resonating down to the roots.

"I ain't seen nothin’ like it, Mistress.” Her skin was so white, her bush black, like a painting on a white canvas. With a black, the colors were all the same. With the white woman, it made her bush so more pronounced. He struggled with the tingling in his balls, the sight of the naked white woman making his balls want to release his cum, but he knew that he better not. He needed to satisfy her or else; the memory of the bull whip on his back still fresh in his mind.

She spread her legs slowly, watching his eyes as the lips of her pussy parted, her white thighs opening up to his gaze. Her fingers continued to toy with her bush. She bent her knees opening up wider, both hands moving down to her pussy, gripping her slick pussy lips tightly opening up her pussy to his eyes.

She was so pink on the inside; her juices glistening on her silky lips; her manicured nails opening her up until he could almost see inside her. Her legs were open wide, her knees drawn back. He looked down at her, her slit so pronounced, his eyes following it down until he could almost make out the tiny hole between her ass cheeks. Even her pussy looked so small, not sure if she would be able to take his great big prick. She was rubbing her finger up and down her slit, Charlie seeing the wetness on her fingertips. She moved her finger up to her clit, two fingers pushing down at the base until the red, hard button appeared, erect just like a tiny cock. Her finger slapped over the head, her hips beginning to gently roll on the chair.

She masturbated unashamedly in front of him with her fingers rubbing up and down her slit until they were wet, then plucking out her clit and teasing it erect. She couldn't wait any longer. “Over here, Charlie.” She spread her thighs obscenely, watching as Charlie kneeled down between them. “You know how to pleasure a girl with your mouth, Charlie?"

"Yes'm, Mistress. I make you feel real good.” He could smell her pussy. Not like the girls he was used to. This one smelled of fancy perfumes masking the smell he enjoyed, the smell of arousal. He would soon remedy that, licking away the sweet perfume, his tongue coaxing out her natural wetness. He moved closer to her, almost afraid of touching her; such an act would bring about severe punishment.

"Go ahead,” Madison coaxing him on. “It's okay.” His hand touched her, her body jumping by the powerful, calloused hand that touched her inner thigh. She almost came when she felt his hot breath on her sex; lying farther back,wanting to bask in the sexual pleasure that she knew was coming.

Charlie ran his hand along one thigh, surprised by how tender and silky her skin was. He had never felt such a thing before. He spread her legs back, his face only inches from her bright pink pussy and the spread of her legs peeling back her lips. He could see her tiny hole beckoning to his cock. How would she take such a monster in such a little hole? His tongue slid along her thigh, moving up to the vee of her leg, feeling her body shudder as he moved close to where her legs joined her body, the tender place so close to her pussy.

"EEEEWWW,” her hips shot up when his tongue moved across her skin, his large tongue wet and rough. God, she could cum in just a second, struggling to maintain her arousal, wanting to draw out the pleasure. She knew she wouldn't last through his oral attention, but his cock would bring her passion back. Hopefully both of them would last a long time; Charlie riding her as a stallion would. His fingers were firm pushing on her thighs, Madison feeling her crotch ache as he pushed too hard. Her ass rose up as his tongue ran along one pussy lip, his teeth nibbling at the hair in her bush. “EH!” He plucked out a few hairs with his teeth; her eyes watering as the hairs ripped out at the roots; the delicious pain only making her more aroused. His tongue rose up her lip, moving close to the edge; his fingers joining his mouth; two hands, each one gripping a pussy lip; strong fingers digging painfully into the puffy flesh. “MMMM,” she groaned silently, biting her lip as he yanked her lips apart too far, stretching them so far that her slit disappeared, her inner pussy were exposed, his tongue was poised to lick her intimately.

He had never seen a pussy this pink before, his eyes only inches from her as he peeled her open like a fruit, his fingers digging into her white skin. Her slit opened up. Inhaling her sweet surrender, his tongue came out of his mouth. He pressed his head down; his nose pressing between her lips; his tongue licking at the nectar of her womanhood. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top, carefully avoiding her clit, not wanting her to cum that fast. Her body shot up, gasps from her lips, as she pushed her sex deeper into his face; his hands holding her hips so she couldn't move away from his probing tongue.

"EEEEEGGHH!” Her muffled scream of pleasure was trapped by her tightly clasped lips, the tongue bringing such pleasure to her, the tingle racing between her legs and up her spine. Her fingers shot down to her breasts, pinching her nipples as she humped against that wonderful tongue that went everywhere. Everywhere but her clit. She was trying to raise her hips up, but his hands were too strong, holding her down while he had his way with her. The pleasure was too much for her to fight it; Madison was struggling to fill her lungs with air as the pleasure washed over her body. His tongue was so wide, lapping between her lips, pushing them even wider than his fingers were doing. She shuddered when it passed over her vagina, triggering a thrill that ran through her body at the thought of his tongue fucking her, just as his cock would.

His lips were soaked with her juices, the fancy perfume smell gone; only the sweet smell of her arousal lingering on his tongue. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue running up and down while his hands held her body captive. His tongue moved down to her pussy; his tongue curled as it probed the small, tight hole. Her ass rose up, her thighs spreading wider, opening herself up to his oral probing. He pushed his tongue into her, a loud gasp by her signaling his success, feeling her muscles grip the tip of his tongue as it slipped into her hot, tight hole. He fluttered it, her heavy breathing signaling his success. He fucked her with his tongue just as he would with his cock, in and out while her hips danced in his hands.

His tongue was as thick as most men's cock, pushing in and out in mock fucking, her body responding to the pleasure, her muscles tightening on his tongue as though she would do to a cock. His hands kept her spread as his tongue worked its magic on her. She would soon cum, unable to hold out much longer. Her body shook and trembled as his tongue extracted the pleasure from deep in her body.

His tongue lapped up and down her slit, moving back to shove inside her and then pulling out; his hands sliding her thighs back farther as his tongue lapped over her perineum. He teased the tiny strip of flesh and then pushed his tongue along her crack until he came to her asshole. He raised up to stare at the tiny hole, watching it spasm as he blew on the wrinkled hole.

"AAAAAGGGH!” It shocked her, his tongue moving along, Madison never realizing where it was going until she felt his hot breath on her anus. Then she felt it, screaming out in pleasure when his hot, wet tongue lapped at her anus, slapping at it, her backside going into a series of spasms. She had never felt such a thing, a fiery feeling in her backside. His tongue pushed against her anus, Madison not knowing what to do: resist it or allow it to penetrate her. She didn't have much choice, his tongue too strong, pushing in as she felt her anal ring spread open and his tongue enter her. She screamed again as she felt it flutter inside her rectum. So this is what it was like when Jerry Lee or the General fucked the black girls in their ass. She could only imagine what it would be like for a cock to enter her there, especially a cock as big as Charlie's. It would kill her, split her up the middle.

Her asshole was tart, his tongue pushing in the clenching hole, her muscles fighting every inch of the way as he burrowed into her rectum. Her body jerked and twitched beneath his tongue but she didn't stop him from his oral sodomy. He knew she was ready, letting her hips move back down. His fingers moved up to the top of her slit, feeling her body tighten as she waited for the touch of his tongue. This time it was her clit he was after. His large fingers pinched around the base of it, squeezing it together until the blood engorged organ stood out hard and throbbing. His lips encircled it, his mouth sucking it deep, his tongue waiting for it. His tongue lapped back and forth over it, hearing her scream as she came. He stuck two fingers inside her, feeling her pussy clenching on them as she came, her juices bathing his fingers and face as her hips bucked up and down in orgasmic bliss.

The moment his tongue touched her clit she let herself go; his mouth and fingers knowing just what to do to make her cum. Her clit was slapped by his rough tongue, the powerful suction of his mouth drawing the swollen bud deep into his mouth, stretched so far it ached. Then she felt his fingers enter her pussy, two fingers feeling like a fist inside her, twisting and turning as she came, her lips bleeding as she bit them to quench the scream from the throat. He was worth every penny she paid for him, cumming again and again, his tongue and fingers never letting her come down.

He lapped up her juices after she came, Charlie pleased that he made a white woman cum. She lay beneath him, her body slumped in the chair, exhausted from the orgasm he extracted from her. He stroked his cock, eager to get it inside her, to show her how it would feel to have his big, black cock between her white thighs.

"Slow down, give me a minute.” His cock was bigger and thicker or was it just her imagination now that he had taken the edge off of her passion? He stood up, his big, black body overshadowing her. He was stroking that massive, beautiful cock, her arousal returning quicker than she had expected. She got up, her naked body moving slowly over to the bed, feeling Charlie's presence behind her as her naked ass swayed so provocatively.

She lay down on the bed, Charlie never seeing such a big, soft bed. But his eyes were more on her, as she scooted over into the center of the bed, her pussy opening up as she crawled to the center. Even her ass cheeks separated, seeing the tiny hole, still slick and shiny from his tongue. He smirked at his expertise. He waited for her to get ready, lying on her back, Charlie gazing between her thighs as she opened them up, spreading them wide. She nodded to him, her hands moving down to her slit, her finger running up and down the wet slit, arousing herself for him.

The big buck crawled between her legs, his heavy prick dragging on the bed as he pressed between her thighs. He was half kneeling, half lying, his hand holding his cock out in front of him, the head of it glistening with his juices. It was so big, the bulbous head pulsating. She spread her legs more, knowing it was going to be a tight fit, a painfully tight fit, but that is what she craved. She felt the heat of his organ as he rubbed it up and down her slit, his prick jerking and jumping as it pushed her lips apart, soaking up her juices as he readied it to fuck her.

He couldn't wait any longer, eager to put his cock into her tight, hot hole and fuck her. It had been a long time since he felt a cunt around his cock and this would be special, white pussy to fuck. He grabbed her legs, throwing them up and back, his cock battering at the tight hole of her pussy. “You ready, Ma'am?” He had a twinge of doubt, afraid she would yell rape when he fucked her.

She reached down and gripped his cock, placing it against her opening. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She arched her hips up until she felt the painful stretching as her pussy sought to allow his cock to enter her. “OOOOHHH,” his hips pushing, shoving her ass deeper into the bed until she had no place to go. She felt her pussy stretch over the head of his cock, sure it was just like having a baby and the thick head opening her up more then she was ever opened. Not even the other black bucks she had could compare to this one, the thick black cock hard as iron.

It felt like a tight glove slipping over the head of his cock; Charlie making short jerking motions with his hips, battering at her pussy until it gave in to his brutal penetration. She stuck the pillow in her mouth just in time, the cock entering her in a brutal thrust that sent the head of his cock into her tight hole with a powerful pop. She twisted her hips from side to side, trying to accommodate the massive head of his cock sitting just inside her like a giant rock. She looked down, almost a foot of cock still to go. God, what was she thinking when she bought this black stud. He spread her legs back farther and wider; her crotch feeling like she was being split up the middle. But nothing could take away the feeling of the log inside her.

If felt like his cock was being crushed by her pussy. He moved his hips from side to side, trying to loosen her up, hearing her groan as he stretched her. He had to get her to relax, his cock eager to enter her farther, her insides hot and tight on his cock. He gave his hips a jerk, shooting another inch inside her, her lips crying out unexpectedly. He pulled out an inch, fucking back without letting her catch her breath, this time four inches inside her. Her eyes were closed; her lips clenched tight; her hands in fist as he began to fuck her.

She felt it moving in and out; each time his cock driving deeper into her, penetrating her deeper, stretching her insides more then they were ever stretched. It felt like a giant log between her legs, Charlie relentless as he began to fuck her, each time pulling out just far enough to get some leverage, then shoving back in, going deeper then the last time. His hips rolled from side to side as he pulled out, stretching her in places that she had never been stretched before. God, she had never felt such a fullness inside her. And it was never ending, looking down to see half of the black cock still outside her, the other half plunging in and out, slick with her juices as she lubricated to ease the pain.

His hips began to fuck her, in and out, his ass clenched tight as he made her take his cock inside the hot, pulsating pussy. He had over three quarters of his cock fucking her in and out, her body battered by his powerful thrusts, her tits bouncing up and down. He was fucking her hard, just as she wanted. Her pussy was squeezing so tight on his shaft that he grunted each time he shoved inside her, her tightness making it hard to bury so much cock in her at one time.

It felt so good, hurting at the same time, her pussy stretched beyond imagination. She looked down, unable to believe that so much was inside her, but his powerful thrusts were enough to convince her and he still had more to give her. She wanted all of it no matter how long and thick it was. She hooked her legs around his ass locking her ankles, her hands reaching down to grab his ass. “Fuck me! Fuck all of that black cock in me!” She threw her hips up meeting his downward thrust; feeling like his cock was boring straight through her. Her hands slid over his sweat-drenched black cheeks until she could feel his crack. She sought out his asshole. On the next downstroke with his cock she breached his asshole with his finger, driving his cock so deep in her as he tried to avoid her probing finger. His cock battered at her cervix, banging to breach her womb, her pussy filled with the largest, hard cock she ever felt. Her ass was raised up high on the bed, her legs holding him in her as his hips fucked back and forth in powerful thrusts. He was going so fast now, Madison never sure when his cock was entering her or pulling out. He gave her the full measure of his cock with each stroke, his heavy balls slapping hard against her ass cheeks, the wiry hairs tickling her asshole. She kept her finger in his asshole, pushing hard on his prostate, making him fuck her hard and fast. Her clit was smashed as his hard body smothered hers, their sweat mixing, the room filled with the heavy breathing of their lust.

Her finger dug painfully into his asshole, Charlie fucking her harder, hoping to satisfy her. His balls ached each time he shoved inside her, the loud slapping filling the room with its sound. His hips were a blur, hoping to please his white Mistress. He ground his hips from side to side, knowing he was rubbing against her clit, hoping that he could bring her off soon. He needed to cum, his balls aching deep inside, eager to unload his cum inside her. He looked down, his big black cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, his shaft glistening as her juices wet his flesh. Her tits bounced up and down, Charlie's hands reaching up boldly and gripping her nipples, his powerful fingers gripping the hard tips and squeezing them until he felt the blood pushed from the erect flesh. She grunted in pain, her pussy tightening on his cock, but her hips moved faster, meeting everyone of his powerful fucks. It felt like her pussy would skin his cock alive, the white Mistress so tight.

Her clit was battered by his powerful body and now his fingers squeezed her nipples, too hard but it was just what she needed to set off the orgasm in her body. “Cum in me!” She ordered him, feeling his already massive weapon swell inside her, bracing herself for his cum. But nothing could have prepared her for the torrent of cum that shot out his cock, the head swelling as the cum shot out and bathed her tortured pussy. She could feel his cum blasting her cervix, the powerful jet setting off a powerful orgasm in her body. Her pussy clenched on his shaft, milking the cum from him as she came with him, her body jerking and shuddering. She screamed out, biting the edge of the pillow in order to quench her screams from the powerful orgasm that raced to her brain.

He pumped his cock in and out of her as he came, spewing his hot cum into her tight body. He had never felt such pleasure, the white Mistress's cunt rippling up and down his cock as he came in her. His body was covered with sweat, the Mistress's legs still holding her pinned to him, her finger shoved deep into his asshole as he came. He thought it would never end, her pussy rippling on his cock, nipping at the head as her clenching dragged another load of cum from his balls. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, biting the pillow as she came with him.

He pulled off of her, Madison putting her legs together as a torrent of cum slipped out of her pussy to soak the bed beneath her. God, it felt like he was still inside her. She had never been fucked so hard and long as she was by Charlie. He was worth every dollar she spent on him and more. Madison would be sure to enjoy his cock in the future. “Get dressed and see the overseer in the hallway.” She dismissed him, her arousal no longer needing satisfaction. She took one more look at his cock, still over eight inches and it was semi-hard. She got up, running to the bathroom, the cum dripping down her legs. She got into the bathtub, the water still warm, feeling better as she let the warm water engulf her naked body.

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CHAPTER 8

Busy Night in the Slave Quarters

Billy Ray

The white overseer had a son, the boy just turning eighteen. One day he would take over his father's job. He learned to handle the blacks from his father, the power of the whip the ultimate persuasion technique. Even at his young age, the blacks feared him almost as much as his daddy. At six feet, he was tall, his arms bulging with muscles from hard work, the overseer's son still having to do manual labor. While he was not as big as some of the bucks, they still feared him as well as the females did. His father had introduced him to sex with the black girls when he was thirteen and he roamed the corridors of the female slave quarters many a night. Tonight he had a special girl in mind, stopping at the kitchen to pick up a small bottle of milk, a treat for the blacks in spite of the many cows that were on the plantation.

All ears turned up as the girls heard the loud footsteps of boots in the hallway, each shivering that it would be her turn to satisfy the lust of the one that roamed the hallway. Starr felt relatively safe, having just born a baby girl, still nursing the child. She looked at her baby, the girl a light brown, Starr not knowing who the father was. He could have been a black or a white, Starr attractive enough to draw the attention of those that took out their lust late at night. She sat in the rocking chair, getting ready to breast feed the baby, clad only in her thin night dress. Her full breasts looked even larger, full of milk for the baby.

Billy Ray knew exactly which door it was he wanted tonight, his footsteps without pause as he turned the handle of the door. The door opened, catching her by surprise as she sat in the rocking chair.

"Master,” Starr startled to see the overseer's son at the door. “I've a young'n that needs feed'n.” She hoped that he would leave her; sure that he got the wrong door.

He put the bottle of milk down on the table. “This is for the baby tonight."

"But, Master, I have milk for the baby.” He was young, probably he didn't understand.

"That's my milk tonight.” Billy Ray was adamant. “The baby can have it from the bottle."

"What!” She couldn't believe what he said. Was he going to take the milk she had for her baby?

"Those are two fine tits, Starr. I'm gonna suck them. I's always wanted to suck milk from titties. And yours is mine tonight.” He closed the door behind him. He lay down on the bed. “Over here. And while I'm suckin', you can stroke my cock real good.” He unbuckled the wide belt that held up his pants, pulling it from around his waist. “Unless you want me to use this on your black ass."

She stood up when she saw the belt; the thick black leather belt would hurt, especially if he hit her with the metal buckle. She had been beaten enough to know when she had no choice and this was one of those times. She would have to put up with his sucking on her breasts. She looked as he drew his pants off, his underwear following next. He stroked his cock in his hand, the shaft growing thicker as he eyed her as she moved close to the bed.

She sat on the bed, feeling his hands around her waist as he pulled her over until she was leaning back against the pillow. He was next to her, his naked hip pressing up against her hip.

"I can see those titties bouncin’ nicely as you came over to the bed. They filled with milk?” He didn't wait for an answer, his hand leaving his cock, finding the buttons on the top of her night dress, opening them quickly in his haste. He put one hand in her night dress, finding a lovely, naked tit. He pulled it out until it was in the open. Her breast was big, bigger then he imagined. Her nipples were swollen, Billy Ray licking his lips as he imagined sucking them.

His hands were rough as he pulled her breast out of the night dress. Her naked breast bounced free; his hand pulling the other side of the night dress aside until both of her breasts were naked. She hated what he was going to do, but she had braced herself for him. He was impatient, his head moving down as one hand cradled her breast. She felt his wet lips embrace her nipple, Starr unable to stop her body from responding, her nipple growing erect from the touch. He started sucking on the nipple. “You gotta suck lower. On the areola."

He listened to her, sucking more of her tit into his mouth, his lips clasping on the dark areola that surrounded her hard nipple. He began to suck, drawing the tit into his mouth.

"You gotta do it easy if you want my milk.” She was afraid he would make her nipple too sore to even nurse her own baby if he continued like he was. She felt his mouth get gentler, his lips gently sucking on her breast.

He could taste it. He was actually drinking mother's milk. He continued to suckle her breast, stopping only long enough to give her another order. “Stroke my cock. But don't make me cum until I tell you.” His lips gripped back onto her breast, returning to suck the mother's milk from her tit.

She stroked his cock, her slim hand sliding up and down the rigid shaft, her fingers tightening over the head. She had done this too many times to count, taking broad strokes up and down as Billy Ray sucked her precious milk from her breast. He suckled one for fifteen minutes before she finally got him to switch. “It's sore, Master. Suck the other.” She stroked his cock faster, hoping to get his attention, relieved when he switched to the other.

She was good at masturbating his cock, her hand sliding smoothly up and down, Billy Ray trying hard not to cum. He enjoyed the taste of her milk and the thought of drinking mother's milk made his cock harder. He switched to the other one, the milk more abundant, making loud sucking noise as he drew in all of the milk. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, stopping long enough to tell her. “Make me cum now. And make sure you don't make a mess."

He went back to sucking her breast, Starr taking broad strokes with her hand, her fingers tightening as they passed over the thick ridge of the head, feeling the juices leaking from the head. Her other hand went to his balls, gently cradling the heavy, hot ball sack, squeezing gently until he moaned on her tit. She could feel the shaft growing, his ass rising up as she squeezed his balls harder, knowing he was ready to cum.

"EEEEEEEHHHH,” he came, feeling her soft hands extracting the cum from his balls, her hand covering the head as it spewed out his hot cum. Her hand slid easier now, his cum lubricating it as she continued to stroke him, another load of cum shooting out. He sucked her tit harder, her back arching to relieve the pain, but he didn't care, his cock shooting out three loads of cum on her black hands before he was finished. He let her stroke his softening cock for long minutes, releasing her tit from his mouth. He looked at the two black titties, the nipples shining with his saliva. They didn't look as full any longer. He got up, dressing quickly, leaving the room as Starr covered her bare breasts.

She was glad he was gone, cleaning her breasts before feeding her baby, promising her baby that she would soon have more milk for her. As long as Billy Ray left her alone.

The General

The General couldn't sleep, finally getting up, putting on a robe and a pair of slippers on his feet. Maybe a good piece of ass would make him tired. He had fucked Mary in her pussy; it was now time to slip it up her ass. The halls were deserted as he made his way to the slave quarters. He shuffled quietly across the floor as he walked. He had her put in a separate room with no one else, planning on keeping her there just long enough for him to satisfy his lust before he moved on to a new one. He opened the door, the hall light shining in the dark room; Mary huddled in the bed, the blankets pulled up around her neck.

She didn't even hear the noise, suddenly seeing the light behind her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes, smelling the kerosene lamp burning, surprised and shocked to see the General hunched over the lamp. She felt the terror as he looked at her. Her pussy was just healing from the hard fuck he gave her in his bedroom, fucking her three times that night; the last was the worst when they spun her on his cock, his thick flesh tearing into her tender passage. Not again, she couldn't take it so soon. Her only hope was to beg. “Please, Master. I's too sore down there."

He looked at her in the lamp light, the lamp throwing off eerie shadows onto the wall. He reached over, pulling back the blanket, Mary releasing it as he pulled it off her body. She was wearing a thin night dress that couldn't contain her lovely body. He smiled evilly at her. “Don't worry, Mary. I won't fuck your pussy.” He moved closer to her. “Turn over onto your belly."

She looked at him, relieved that he wouldn't fuck her, but by the look on his face he had other things on his mind. Then she heard his command. On her belly. No, he couldn't be thinking of that. She had heard other girls talk about it. The whites liked to fuck them in the ass. They said it hurt, but that's what made the whites like it so much. “Please, not in my backside, Master. It's okay down there. You can use me there.” She would do anything but take his cock in her ass. It hurt enough in her pussy, a place made for a cock. Her asshole was too tiny to take his thick flesh without tearing painfully.

"Now you be a good girl and roll over.” He pushed on her side until she turned over, a nice plump ass sticking up. She looked at him, terror on her face. “I'll slip it into you nice and slow. You're gonna be takin’ lots of cock in your ass so you might as well get used to it.” He slapped one ass cheek, liking the way it jiggled from the blow.

Her ass stung where he slapped her, but she had bigger problems. He gripped the bottom of her night dress and was dragging it up over her hips. She wasn't wearing underwear tonight, her naked ass slowly revealed. But he didn't stop at her waist, tugging it all the way up until he forced her to take it off, throwing it next to her. She lay back down, naked on her belly, her thighs clenched tightly together.

He loved those dark, black ass cheeks sticking up into the air, deciding he might as well warm her up for an ass fucking. He spanked her ass for over five minutes, Mary sobbing as he moved from one cheek to the other, the flesh never stopped jiggling. He paid special attention to the tender skin where her ass met her thighs, slapping them harder as she jerked and moaned in pain. She'd forget all about the spanking once she had a cock up her ass.

She looked over at him, tears in her eyes, as the General finally stopped spanking her ass cheeks. They stung terribly, blubbering from the painful spanking. And that was just the beginning. He took out a bottle of oil, putting it on the table next to the bed. He dared not look away as he undressed, standing naked in front of her, his hand reaching down to his cock, already erect. She would never be able to take that monster in her backside. She had only one last hope. “Let me suck your big cock, Master. I'll suck it real good.” She had never done that before, but anything would be better then taking it up her ass.

"You'll suck my cock later, Mary. Now you're going to pleasure me with your asshole.” He reached over to grab the bottle of oil, sitting down on the bed next to Mary. “Spread you legs for me. I'll get you asshole nice and slippery for me. It'll make it go easier for you."

She had no choice, her legs spreading not very far, but more than she wanted. She fought the urge, finally able to relax her ass cheeks, knowing he could really damage her if she were too tight. And there was no use fighting him, he was the most powerful man on the plantation. No one defied the General and lived. She waited, cringing when his wrinkled hands slid over her ass cheeks, feeling the cold oil poured down her crack. It felt strange when the cold oil rolled over her anus, a tremor in her body as it tickled her tiny hole. She had little time to reflect, a fat finger following the oil, sliding up and down her crack, passing over her twitching anus. She braced for it, but nothing could make it easier, the finger pressed against her anus. She could feel it throbbing, almost able to feel the blood pounding in the tip as the pressure increased. “EEEEGGG.” The finger suddenly impaled her asshole, her anal ring forced open, closing tightly to trap the tip of his finger. Her insides went into tiny spasms, her muscles trying to force the invader out, but the finger was too strong, pressing hard against the muscles in her rectum. At least the oil made it burn less, but nothing could alleviate the fullness of the finger in a hole that was not made to have something shoved in, only out.

The General liked her tight, hot asshole. He loved her gasp of pain; there would be more once he pushed his cock into the breach. He bent his finger inside her, pushing hard on her rectal muscles. He pushed harder with his finger until it was buried up to the knuckles, twisting and turning it as he bore into her tight passage. She was grunting; his finger nothing to what it would be like with his cock in her asshole. He began to push his finger in and out, oiling up the tight passage for his cock. “Nice tight asshole, Mary. You're going to bring me much pleasure. You just pay attention and do what I say.” She was going to have to clench her muscles on his cock, giving him a good ride. Only then would he dump his cum in her guts.

It hurt as he shoved his finger in and out, loosening her up, bending his finger as he pulled it out, then shoving it back in. “OOOOW,” she cried out, her anal ring expanding to take another finger, stretching wide over the thick bones of his knuckles, twin fingers plunging into her virgin passage. God, if only two fingers hurt, his cock would tear her apart. They pushed in, her stomach cramping as they banged against a bend in her intestines. Her ass jerked up into the air almost as if she were humping his fingers. Her muscles cramped onto the fingers.

It looked like she was fucking his fingers, her ass going up and down, his fingers enjoying the delicious clenching of her asshole. He pulled his fingers out, eager to have his cock enjoy the same pleasure. He got between her legs, pushing out on her thighs until she spread her legs wider. “Real wide, Mary.” He settled down on her, his hand holding his cock out in front of him, the other peeling back her cheeks to expose her asshole. Even with his fingering, her asshole was still tiny. He grabbed her night dress, sticking it up to her mouth. “Bite on it. I don't want you waking up the others."

She really feared him now, the General gagging her, silencing the screams he would drive from her. She felt his hot flesh push against her anus, the oiled head feeling as if it were pulsating on her tiny hole. It was like a blunt rock shoved against her, feeling the General lowering his body onto her, releasing her cheeks, feeling them grip the head of his cock almost protectively. “MMMMGG,” her mumbled cries doing little to deter him. She felt the pressure increase, a burning centering on her anal ring, feeling the painful stretching as he became more aggressive and his heavy, naked body pressing hard onto hers. It felt like her anus was being driven into her body, the tiny hole pushed in when it failed to yield to his large cock.

Her cheeks were gripping the head of his cock as she tried to keep his cock out of her ass. He couldn't wait any longer, his body draped over hers, his heavy weight driving his cock into her asshole like a pile driver. Her tiny hole fought a valiant battle, but his hips were too powerful, a gasp from the General when her hole gave up the battle and his thick head slipped into the breach. It felt like an iron vise gripping his cock head, grabbinh his cock almost lovingly in a warm blanket. It might have been pleasurable to him, but to Mary it was anything but.

Her head threw back when she felt the sharp burning in her ass, her hole stretched to unbelievable proportions before it finally gave in and surrendered, the slick head of his cock slipping into her rectum. She screamed into the gag, the muffled sounds doing little to lessen the pain. She tried to move away, but his body pinned her to the bed like a wounded animal, speared with his thick shaft. She couldn't control her own muscles, the pain increasing as her rectal muscles tried to force out the invader, only succeeding to make it jerk in pleasure inside her tight hole.

Her squirming on his cock brought such joy to him, squeezing the head of his cock with pleasure, racing down to his balls, making them tingle. He pushed harder, sliding another inch of cock into her, grunting as he fought hard to impale her. He pulled out, then back in, gaining another inch, grunting with each thrust inside her. He yanked his cock out until only the head was gripped tight, then thrust back in, shoving hard with his hips until half of his cock was inside her clenching bowels. Her soft, round tube slid possessively around the shaft of his cock, the muscles rippling up and down, her tight anal ring sliding along the shaft like a tight rope. It had been a while since he had fucked such a tight asshole.

It bore into her like a drill, her stomach cramping as the thick head pushed aside all resistance painfully, the cock touching her in places that were not meant to be touched from the outside. It hurt just as much when he pulled out, feeling like her guts were being yanked out. She shivered in fear as he pulled out, pausing, Mary knowing that he would drive it back in. She bit into the gag as he took her with a powerful thrust that drove half of his cock into her, her hips twisting back and forth as she tried to escape, but his hips followed her every movement, his cock still firmly embedded in her asshole. In and out he thrust, her insides beaten into submission by the punishing cock, barely able to breathe, her mouth gagged and her nose clogged from her sobbing. His hands gripped her hips, making her hips move, caressing his cock with her tender insides. It felt like it would never end, each time the cock going deeper in her guts, her stomach cramping as it pushed aside her organs.

His abdomen slapped against her ass cheeks with a powerful thrust, the General trying to drive his cock through her body. He felt his cock deep in her bowels, her soft passage clinging to his shaft as it jerked inside her. He paused for a moment, his cock gripped by her guts. “How do you like it, Mary? A big cock up your asshole. You bring me such joy.” He pulled out, dragging his cock out of her tight hole, grunting until only the head was trapped by her tight anal ring. Then back in, this time making her take the full measure of his cock, his hips not stopping until he buried the head of his cock deep into her guts. He didn't pause, the cum bubbling in his balls, his orgasm close, pulling out and plunging back in again, his body slapping against hers, his balls shooting under and slapping her between her legs.

The rape of her pussy was bad enough, but this was worse. Each time he shoved his cock into her intestines, he would shove aside her organs, stretching her passage until her stomach ached from cramps. Her rectum was beaten into submission, the muscles unable to do anything, her anal ring gliding up and down his shaft, a painful burning from the stretched skin. And the General never let up, his hips pumping in and out, her asshole going from empty to full in only seconds. He was sweating profusely on her back now, his rapid breathing signally his fast-approaching orgasm. She was humiliated at the thought of him filling her bowels with his cum, unable to stop this terrible ass rape.

"EEEEEEWWWWW.” The General's head threw back as he came in her, his cock buried deep into her guts, spewing his ropey cum in powerful jets inside her asshole. He pulled out, slipping his cock back in, another jet of cum preceding it as it slid easily along her cum drenched asshole. He gave her five more strokes with his cock before he buried it deep into her cum drenched guts. He felt his orgasm leaving him, his cock shrinking inside her. He paused, straining to keep his cock inside her as her muscles fought to throw the invader out. Finally he lost, his limp cock pushed out with a loud pop, the General sitting up between her legs as his river of cum was also pushed out her asshole, the milky white cum leaking down her thighs. Her asshole was red and swollen, the tiny hole still open as if it hated to see his cock leave. He got up, putting on his robe as he left the room, Mary sobbing as the door closed behind him.

She couldn't move for almost an hour, the pain too much still in her backside, sure that she was ruined forever. She was surprised that she was not torn, but her insides still felt raw, walking was hard. The next morning she could barely get out of bed, finally able to walk, each step igniting a pain in her ass, a reminder of his ass rape.

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CHAPTER 9

The Whip and the White Trash

Kaitlyn watched the twins like a hawk, knowing that it wouldn't be long before they screwed up. And she was right, only threes days had passed when she heard the loud clatter of dishes hitting the floor and the sound of breaking china. She heard the gasp, recognizing Emily's hushed voice. She ran into the pantry, finding Emily and Paris on the floor trying to sweep up the mess.

"You stupid cows!” Her hands were clenched into fists as she saw the mess on the floor, at least five dishes broken, the twins desperately trying to clean up the mess. “You'll pay for this! Wait until Master hears about it!"

"Please, Mistress. Don't tell Master. We didn't mean it.” Paris was already crying, Emily trying to hold back the tears. They were both afraid of what Master would do to them. It was bad enough when they had to strip to the waist in front of everyone, what would they do for breaking the dishes?

Kaitlyn ran from the room, ignoring their pathetic pleas for mercy, hurrying off to find Jerry Lee. She found him outside, supervising a group of blacks unloading a wagon full of supplies. She ran over to him, out of breath.

Jerry Lee saw Kaitlyn coming over, running as if her life depended on it. “What's the matter?"

She huffed as she tried to catch her breath. “Those cows broke some of the best china.” Her head bent over, her half-naked bosom heaving up and down, Jerry Lee not immune to gazing at the wide expanse of white flesh revealed to him in her bent over position.

"By cows, I presume you mean the twins?” They had both waited for this, eager to break in the white trash. It wasn't that they needed an excuse, it just made it so much better when they thought they were the cause of all the anguish they would give them.

"Of course,” Kaitlyn gruffly answering back.

"I have to finish this. Tonight, after dinner. Have them brought to the room. The house will be filled with their screams tonight.” The room was a special room in the house, all set up with various bondage furniture, where lovely females, white or black, could be brought for punishment, a fine selection of whips, paddles and crops available. Couches and beds were available where the virginity of reluctant girls could be taken; Paris will be the first to lose her cherry to Jerry Lee. She might not talk much, but tonight she would scream well.

They came for them after dinner, Mistress and one of the white overseers. Emily didn't say a thing, knowing they were in enough trouble already. They walked down the long hallway; the light harsh from the lamps on the walls. At the end of the hall were two large doors, a brighter light shining out from underneath the bottom of the doors.

Kaitlyn opened the door, watching the expressions on the girls’ faces as they saw the inside. First there was shocked disbelief, both of them beginning to sob as they saw the whips and crops laid out neatly on the long table and the crosses with the chain and rope that would hold them tight for the punishment. The overseer left them inside, slamming the door behind as he left.

Jerry Lee stood ready, his cock bulging out his pants as Kaitlyn led the lambs to slaughter. He remembered the nice tits and couldn't wait to see between their legs. “Bind Paris with her face to the wall. Emily, face forward. She can see as we work on her sister."

It was useless to fight, both girls submissively allowing Jerry Lee to secure them to the wall. There was a large wooden board high up, four cuffs hanging from the iron nail in the wall. Paris had her hands pushed up high, almost having to stand on her toes while they secured her in two of the cuffs, her wrists hurting as the cold iron dug into her tender flesh. Paris found her arms spread wide, her body already aching as her muscles grew taut. She felt the calloused hands of Master on one ankle, gripping it and pulling it until she found her leg spread wide to one side. The cold iron dug into her flesh, the clank loud as the iron cuff was tightly secured. His hand grabbed her other ankle, Paris fearing this the most. She knew from the way her arms were bound, her legs would also be spread, not surprised when her crotch began to ache as her leg was spread wider and wider.

It was the first time Jerry Lee had heard Paris say anything. Actually it was more of a moan then a word, finally securing her legs until she was spread in a wide “X", her legs and arms drawn taut by the bondage. He then went to work on Emily, staring into her frightened face as he duplicated the position Paris was in, only facing forward. He looked down to her heaving breasts as he secured her arms, the lovely flesh pushed up by the wide bondage. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs and securing them until he was satisfied with her body in just the right position. She would be able to see her sister being whipped, knowing that it would be her turn after that.

"Now, I think they have too many clothes on.” Kaitlyn moved next to Emily first. “You already showed us those lovely tits before, so it shouldn't embarrass you.” Kaitlyn had a small knife in her hand, making short work of the shoulder straps on the top of the dress until it fell down, Kaitlyn pushing it over her breasts, hanging uselessly at her waist. A quick slice of the knife down her chemise, the thin fabric separating, Kaitlyn folding it back over her breasts, revealing them to the bright light of the room.

It still humiliated her to be stripped naked in front of them, now more so because she was bound. She could feel the cool chill of the night fall over the upper part of her body, now naked. She saw Master straining to look at her breasts, noticing the big bulge in his pants. Would he take her virginity tonight? Of course not, his wife was here. He was trying to scare them worse then they were already. Then she felt it, soft hands cradling her breasts. She looked down, shocked to see Mistress caressing her breasts, Emily struggling to stop the tingling she felt in her nipples as the soft fingers came so close to touching them. No, she couldn't let another woman excite her. That was so wrong. She looked down, humiliated that her nipples were becoming erect.

Kaitlyn hefted her tits up in her hands, her fingertips finally playing across the nipples, feeling them spring to life. She snapped at the hardening buds as they grew from her fondling, finally releasing her breasts so she could concentrate on the nipples. She gripped each one in two fingers, looking into Emily's face as she tightened her grip. She saw Emily's mouth curl in pain, Kaitlyn twisting them until Emily finally cried out. “You don't like your nipples played with?” She released them, seeing them harder than before. “They say otherwise. Maybe Master will play the whip across them. Would you like that?” She pinched them again, a cry of pain from Emily's lips satisfying her. For now.

Emily looked down as Mistress slowly rolled her dress up, higher and higher up her legs until finally the bottom of her underwear was revealed as well as the black stocking that Mistress had given them to wear. She felt the pin prick of the knife as Mistress cut away her underwear. She turned red in shame as they fell to the floor. They hadn't stripped her naked before, only from the waist up. Mistress stepped back so Master could see better.

Jerry Lee looked at her, the blonde bush barely visible, her slit revealed, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and exposed. She looked lovely, her dressed rolled up around her waist, naked above and below. The smooth, white skin would soon be laced with red welts, as soon as he finished with her sister. “Lovely little cunt.” He moved behind Paris. “Now your turn. I'm going to make you naked then I'm going to whip your ass. If you're good to me after I whip you, I'll spare you another beating.” His hand slid over her ass, the firm flesh jumping beneath his touch. “You might not talk now, but you'll beg me to fuck you before I've finished whipping you."

Paris felt her clothes pulled from her body, the knife slicing along her waist as he cut her underwear from her body. In only minutes she found herself in a situation similar to Emily's, almost naked, her ass revealed to him. She was almost sure that he could see her pussy from behind, the wide spread of her legs preventing her from hiding her most intimate charms from his prying eyes. She looked over her shoulder, fear in her eyes as she saw him sorting through the whips on the table. Not even her Daddy had beaten her with a whip, though she did find herself thrust over his lap, his hand spanking her naked ass when her mother wasn't around.

Jerry Lee tested out the riding crop, a good instrument to start with. It would make a nice slap on her fragile skin, turning it pink as he beat her ass. He would use a whip on her back, a twenty-strand whip to maximize the area he covered. And finally, a quirt to slice up between her legs and her cheeks to attack her pussy and asshole until she begged him to fuck her. Only then would he bed her down, his cock eager to enjoy the hot, tight virgin hole made all the more tender by the quirt.

"Whip the bitch. Teach her a lesson.” Kaitlyn moved next to Paris. “You might not talk much, but you'll use that tongue on me before the night is over.” She couldn't wait until she could force Paris to lick her quim.

The first sound from Paris was more of a gasp in shock as the riding crop slid over her virgin cheeks. The harsh leather slapped across the white flesh, Paris's cheeks growing taut as the sharp bite of the crop hit her flesh. Jerry Lee saw the pink line from the crop; moving onto the other cheek, loving the way her cheeks danced to the music of the crop. He started at the top of her cheeks, working his way across and down the firm flesh; the wide expanse of her legs allowing little movement except for a side to side movement of her hips that made him excited by the way her pussy opened and closed from behind. It looked like she was erotically rolling her hips to entice him, not trying to escape the harsh bite of the crop. Her gasps became cries of pain when he got to the tender flesh where her ass cheeks met her thighs, the soft, tender flesh striped by the crop. He could see the crop hitting so close to her pussy, her body jerking each time as if she could escape wherever he chose to beat. She began to sob when he picked up the heavy twenty-strand whip. He slapped it down on the table, Paris turning to see the loud bang that ricocheted off the walls.

"NO!” She cried out, but no one heard her, the whip already swinging in the air, Paris feeling the wind blow on her back when she felt the sudden slap that slammed her body into the wall. It felt like her back was being shredded by a hundred whips, the wide expanse of her naked back ablaze in pain. She bit her lip as the shooting pain shot to her brain. She trembled as Master moved to the other side, this time the whip coming at her from the opposite side, the strands of the whip seeking out fresh, new naked skin to beat. She tasted blood as she bit her tongue trying to silence her scream, refusing to give them the pleasure of making her cry out. Master let the next blow of the whip slide along her side, two strands successfully seeking out the soft side of her breast, ripping into the tender flesh. How could he be so cruel as to hit a girl in such a delicate place? He sliced her back up until she could feel blood running down the welts, the pain so unbearable that she felt faint, hoping that unconsciousness would overtake her. But Master refused to let her escape the pain, the whip moving back to slash her skin until her back was covered from the top of her neck to her waist. She finally slumped down when he put the whip down, breathing heavy as she tried to contain the pain.

Kaitlyn grew aroused as Jerry Lee picked up the evil quirt. It would inflict the maximum amount of pain in the smallest place, just the right implement to use on her asshole and pussy. Paris would do anything to avoid any more from the quirt, Kaitlyn making sure that she did everything to avoid it. Paris would lose her virginity to Jerry Lee and learn to satisfy another woman orally.

Jerry Lee stepped in back of her, running his hand over her battered ass cheeks, igniting a fresh bout of pain in them. “I'm going to use this on your asshole and finally between your legs. It's going to be very painful; you'll think I was ripping the flesh from your body. All you have to say is a few words for me to stop. Just say, ‘Master, please fuck me."’ Jerry Lee stepped back a few steps so he could get a good aim. She was trying to clench her ass cheeks together, but her wide-spread legs allowed her little room, her asshole still open and exposed.

She couldn't believe he would hit her there. It was bad enough when he caught her breast with the whip, now he was threatening to beat her between her cheeks and her legs. She clenched her cheeks, but she knew it did little good. She would hold out as long as possible, sure that he wouldn't fuck her in front of Mistress. Mistress wouldn't allow such a thing. “EEEEEEEHHHH.” The scream was torn from her lips, her throat sore from screaming so loud. It felt like he was driving a wedge in her backside. She felt the sharp bite on her tender hole, tearing the tissue, feeling like he was trying to drive it up inside her.

Jerry Lee hit her asshole with precision, the tip of the quirt attacking the tiny hole. He was greeted with such a loud scream it even shocked him. Wanting louder screams, he sliced the quirt up between her legs attacking the tender inner lips that were spread open. He heard the loud splat as it hit her moist flesh with a sickening smack. Her body almost bounced up in pain, a shriek even louder then the last one torn from her lips. He danced the quirt back and forth, her pussy lips swelling from the harsh attack of the quirt, the pink insides turning red as he beat the soft flesh. He loved the way her body jerked up into the air when he drove the quirt straight up between her legs, the cuffs finally stopping her from going any higher and the quirt finding her most intimate flesh to beat.

She was sure she was ruined for life. Her anus fluttered painfully, Paris unable to control her muscles as the quirt attacked her backside with impunity. But it was worse between her legs, the quirt pushing aside her lips to attack the most intimate inner lips, her pussy folding over the quirt almost lovingly as it slapped her harshly. Her body jerked up and down in pain, Paris sobbing loudly, no longer able to catch her breath, the pain overcoming all emotions. She finally surrendered, blurting out the unbelievable. “Fuck me, Master."

Kaitlyn grabbed the quirt, slicing it up between Paris's legs to attack her pussy, this time her accuracy on target as the tip of the quirt sliced into Paris's clit. The shriek of pain was inhuman, ringing throughout the house. She moved close to Paris. “And you're going to have to lick my pussy. Or would you like me to beat your clit to a pulp?"

The pain shot to her head, never believing anyone would whip her there, especially another woman, one that knew how sensitive her clit was. The pain was unbearable, Paris agreeing to the outrageous demand, not even sure if she could do such a thing. Lick her pussy? She could only nod her head in agreement.

Jerry Lee took her down, making sure he ran his hands over the deep welts in her body to remind her of her cooperation. With her beaten ass and back, she would give him a good ride; any touch on the bed would send her hips back up, her pussy impaling itself on his cock. He threw her onto the bed, seeing her cringe in pain as her whipped back and ass touched the blankets. He slowly stripped off his clothes, making her watch as he took his large cock out, hefting it in front of her. “This is for you.” He watched as Kaitlyn hiked her dress up, already naked beneath it. She got on the bed at Paris's head, her knees on both sides of her head. She tucked her dress in her waist, naked from the waist down.

"Lick my pussy real good or I'll beat your clit some more.” Kaitlyn could see the look of surrender in Paris's face. She reached forward, gathering up Paris's ankles in her hands and began to draw them up and out, spreading her open for Jerry Lee to fuck. She lowered her body down until she felt Paris's nose against her pussy. “I wanna feel that tongue, not your nose. Now lick!” She was rewarded with the tentative touch of Paris's tongue between her pussy lips. It moved back and forth, testing. “A little harder. Yes, that's the way. Now keep it up while Master fucks you. You'll give us both a good ride or it's bound back up to get beaten.” She felt the tongue move more energetically.

Jerry Lee crawled onto the bed, a glorious sight as Kaitlyn spread Paris open like a spring chicken, pulling her legs back until her pussy spread open, the battered flesh still serviceable. Her blonde hair did little to hide the lovely slit, her lips now swollen from the quirt; the pink inner lips now a dark red. Even her asshole was a dark forbidden red, the tiny hole pulsating in pain. He stroked his cock, not caring if she was wet or not. He could hear the sound of Paris licking Kaitlyn's pussy and from the look on Kaitlyn's face, she was doing a good job. He moved forward, hefting his cock until he pressed it between the thick, puffy lips, the soft skin folding over the head of his cock.

She could barely breathe, Mistress smothering her with her sex, Paris's mouth filled with the taste of another woman. Her tongue already ached, but she knew she could not stop until she satisfied her Mistress, more afraid of her than of Master. Her crotch ached as Mistress kept her legs up and back obscenely wide, feeling the hot, pulsating flesh of a man pushed between her pussy lips. It almost felt good, anything was better then the bite of the whip. She felt a pressure as his prick battered against her tiny hole. There was a stretching, grunting as something too big was being shoved inside her. She could do nothing but bear the pain, feeling her pussy stretching to accommodate the hot, hard flesh that was trying to enter her. She moaned as she felt it enter her, her pussy stretching too wide, sure he was tearing her as she felt a large lump plop inside her. She felt the pain inside, feeling his cock pushing against her last vestige of innocence, her hymen. She braced herself for the onslaught of his cock, it not taking long until she felt the painful tearing.

Jerry Lee felt her hot, tight pussy grip the head of his cock. He shoved with his hips until the head of his cock was snuggled tight inside her, pushing against her cherry. He grunted as he shoved his hips forward feeling the tiny membrane stretch before it finally broke. His cock plunged unopposed inside her, shoving aside all her resistance as he slid in, lubricated by her virgin blood. Kaitlyn had pressed down on her face, muffling her scream of pain as her virginity was taken forcefully from her in an act of rape. Jerry Lee pulled his cock out until her tight insides gripped only the head of his cock, shoving back in again until he found her resistance, her muscles stopping it from going any deeper. He looked down, his cock covered in a coat of pink blood, half of it inside her, half still to go before he buried it all the way inside her. He cared little if she was wet, her blood was all that he need for lubrication to fuck her and fuck her he did. His hips began to move back and forth, each stroke bringing him deeper inside her tight body. Her muscles fought him, Jerry Lee fucking with all his strength. He could even make out some moisture in her pussy, Paris's body finally surrendering to his masterful fucking.

It felt like a giant log shoved between her legs, tearing her open, sure that she was ripped to shreds. Her screams were muffled by the pussy that rubbed back and forth over her face; Paris forced to lick it as the juices from her pussy dripped on her lips. She didn't know which was worse, forced to lick Mistress's pussy or getting raped by Master. She couldn't see Master, only feel as his large cock plunged in and out of her pussy without any regard for her pain. His thick shaft shoved her insides apart, Paris feeling the head of his cock rasping painfully against her soft passage when he pulled out, the thick head lunging back in until he banged hard against her cervix. She could do little except take the savage rape, hoping that he would end it soon by cumming in her. Her body was a mass of pain, whipped and raped.

Kaitlyn slid back and forth over Paris's mouth, the need to cum creeping up on her. She saw the look on Jerry Lee's face and knew he was ready to cum also, his hips throwing his cock back in and out of her pussy with abandonment. He loved to rape the new girls, this one special in that she was white. And they still had a twin left to go. It was as if the girl was a virgin twice, the bodies identical.

Paris was smothered by Mistress, her mouth filled with her juices as she came on her. Paris tried to get rid of the taste by swallowing, but Mistress's pussy slid back and forth over her lips, coating them with her juice. And Master was pounding between her legs, her body battered by the rigid flesh that raped her. It felt like he was trying to drive it out her mouth when he shoved inside her, Paris finally feeling for the first time a man cum in her, her insides bathed by his hot creme, flooding her virgin passage with his seed. She felt relief as the Mistress climbed off of her, sucking in the precious air. It hurt when he pulled out of her, Paris feeling the flood of cum drip down her thighs. They left her slumped on the bed, already moving towards her sister, Emily.

Emily couldn't believe what they did to her sister. She was the silent, shy one. Yet they stripped her naked, beat her, not only her back and ass, but they did the unspeakable and whipped her pussy, Emily unable to even fathom how painful that would be. And they were not finished with her, making her lick Mistress's pussy all the while Master raped her virgin pussy with the largest cock that Emily had ever seen. She saw when he took it out, slick with the virgin blood of her precious sister. Paris was curled into a ball on the bed, sobbing quietly.

Jerry Lee's cock was only half hard, but it wouldn't take long to get it hard again. They still had a fresh body to whip and fuck, Jerry Lee looking at Emily as she hung half naked on the wall. “I think between the posts, strung up. You can whip her, and I'll fuck her in the ass. Nothing like a new virgin hole to take."

Emily couldn't believe what he said. She was sure that she wouldn't be spared being whipped, but he was talking about sticking his cock up her ass. Nobody did such a dirty thing. She struggled as they took her down and shoved her over to two thick posts sticking up from the floor. Both had iron cuffs on them, Emily finding her wrists and ankles quickly thrust and bound in them, her arms and legs spread painfully wide. She could only move her hips, the rest of her body immobilized. Mistress moved in front of her, a four-strand whip in her hand with evil-looking knots on the end of each strand. Not on her front! It would be bad enough on her ass and back, but her tits and thighs. And would they slice the whip between her legs as they did to Paris? She tried to beg, but Mistress only smiled cruelly back at her.

Jerry Lee's cock was already almost erect, his hand stroking it as he gazed at Emily's naked body spread so obscenely in front of him. Her back was to him, her cheeks parted to reveal a tiny little asshole barely visible, Jerry Lee looking down to compare it to his large cock. It was going to be a tough fit, sure that she would have to tear a bit before he got in. He oiled his cock, not for her comfort, but for his. Her asshole would tear the skin from his cock without the oil.

Kaitlyn couldn't wait to start. “You may scream as much as you like, Emily. In fact, I like it real loud. It means I'm doing a good job. Now I'm going to start with that lovely belly. Then I'm going to work on those lovely tits. Especially the nipples. You're going to think that I'm tearing them off.” She laughed as Emily's face turned white in terror. “Just when you think it can't get any worse, it will. I'm gonna take the whip and slap it up between those lovely white thighs. I'm good with the whip, making sure that the knots on the end visit the tender inner lips of your pussy. And all the while Master is going to be feeding his cock into your virgin bunghole. When he's ready to cum, I'll whip your clit while he does. I'm sure the painful clenching of your rectum will bring about the most delightful orgasm for Master."

Emily didn't even have time to absorb all the cruel details before she saw the whip slice through the air in front of her. She heard the sharp slap of the leather long before she felt it. She looked down as the knots scraped painfully across her white belly, the sharp pain suddenly shooting up to her brain. “EEEEEHHH!” She screamed loudly, her scream bouncing off the walls. She looked down; four red welts left across her once untouched skin. The whip lashed again, this time from the other side, the knots hitting the other side of her belly, raising up new welts. And the pain returned, the sharp pain from the knots overpowering the lingering dull pain from the welts. The whip lashed her four more times, Emily counting the number of times that she screamed. Even Paris looked up from the bed. Her stomach was all red, the whip leaving no place untouched. Small dribbles of blood fell from some of the cuts; the whip visited the same place too many times. Her breathing was ragged, barely able to fill her lungs before the whip attacked her again. She forgot all about Master until she felt him behind her.

Jerry Lee's cock stood out straight, hard again, the screams of Emily exciting him. Her belly was whipped, knowing that Kaitlyn would work on her lovely tits now, Emily having no choice but to push back and try to escape the whip. He pressed close against her until he cushioned his cock between her cheeks, feeling her tighten her ass cheeks from the unfamiliar touch of his cock behind her. “Yes, that's lovely, Emily.” Her ass cheeks clenched so nicely on his cock trapping the head between her powerful cheeks.

She felt the slippery flesh between her cheeks, Emily subconsciously clenching her cheeks in protest to the rude intrusion. She heard his comment, ashamed that her actions only incited his lust. The thick flesh pulsated between her cheeks, pushed against her anus. He didn't move, letting it rest against her tiny hole, feeling it jerk each time her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched.

Kaitlyn swept the whip up, catching the soft underbelly of Emily's right tit, the four strands shooting up to curl so close to her nipple. Kaitlyn watched as her large tit jiggled erotically, four pink stripes gracing the pure white skin. And then there was the scream, Emily looking down through tear-stained eyes at her damaged breast, a look of disbelief etched on her pain-wracked face.

The whip left very little of her breast untouched, the four strands scraping across the wide expanse of her breast, making it jerk up and down even after it left. And the pain was horrific, Emily not believing another woman would hit such a delicate spot, but as she watched the whip come forward again, this time striking the other breast, the pain no less this time. She tried to escape the pain, her body jerking back in the tight confines of the bondage, only to feel the thick cock pressed up against her asshole, the oiled head stretching her anal ring until Emily's hip shot forward to avoid the impalement. It hurt, just the tiny bit of cock that was pushed in, sure that she would never be able to stand all of it inside her. She braced herself for the next strike of the whip, not wanting Master to be successful in sticking his cock up her backside.

Jerry Lee waited patiently, knowing that Kaitlyn would soon be successful in forcing Emily back on his sodomizing cock. It would only be a matter of time and pain. And her cheeks were so pleasurable, clenching and unclenching as the pain rushed through Emily's body, squeezing the head of his cock. Twice more Kaitlyn let the whip strike under Emily's breasts driving them up and down, bouncing nicely on her chest as she screamed in pain. He held his cock around the shaft, holding it rigid as he waited for the next bite of the whip. He knew Kaitlyn would be attacking the nipples now, and Emily would learn the lesson the hard way as she tried to push back and escape the whip, only to impale her asshole onto his waiting cock.

Both of her breasts were red, welts appearing all the way to the areolas, tiny rivulets of blood running down her white flesh. The pain was terrible, but nothing like the one that hit her now. She should have seen it coming, but the whip changed paths in mid stream, this time the four knots seeking out her hard nipple, Emily unable to stop them from becoming erect. It felt like a sword was slicing into it cutting it off as she screamed and shuddered in pain. Her ass moved back unable to stop the natural reaction of her body. She screamed again, this time the pain in her ass, the hard cock waiting for her, her anal ring forced wide open as her hips shot back, impaling the thick head in her rectum before she could do anything but scream in pain. It hurt worse then the whip, the tiny hole forced so wide that Emily was sure that it tore her open. She tried to move away, but his hips followed her, her rectal muscles clenching tightly on it as she jerked back and forth.

Another slash of the whip and her other nipple was visited by the harshness of the leather knots, tearing the pink flesh until it turned bright red, tiny drops of blood forming on the tip. Emily's body jerked in pain, back and forth as she took it from both sides, the whip on her tits and Jerry Lee's cock in her ass. Kaitlyn was sure that Jerry Lee was seated in her rectum, just waiting for Kaitlyn to whip her pussy. That would be enough to drive his cock deep into her bowels as he sodomized her. Kaitlyn was glad she never allowed Jerry Lee to fuck her in the ass, instead Kaitlyn offering up the slaves for his perverse pleasure. Twice more she tore at Emily's nipples, both of them bleeding profusely, the heavy flesh of her battered breasts bouncing around.

Emily was being punished on both sides. Her breasts hurt so bad, sure that she would be ruined forever, blood rushing out her wounded nipples. And her asshole, impaled on his cock, the thick flesh feeling like a fence post sitting inside her, jerking in pleasure each time her body jumped in pain. She could feel just the head of it inside her and, knowing the massive size of his cock, she had too much more to take inside her. She knew that would be painful. Almost as much pain as the whip between her legs. She took a deep breath of air as she saw Mistress swing the whip up from the floor, almost as if in slow motion as it sliced between her white, wide-spread thighs. The tips of the whip disappeared between her legs, the slap of the leather and the pain following quickly. Her body jerked up as if trying to escape the whip, then her ass shot back, the pain overpowering her senses as she forgot the cock that was wedged in her asshole. She was filled with four inches of thick, iron-hard cock before she could stop her hips from going back any farther. She tried to pull her asshole off the sodomizing cock, but Master held her hips, his body following hers, his thick flesh trapped in her clenching asshole.

Her asshole danced on his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the shaft as she screamed in pain. It was so hot and tight, the unbelievable tightness of her round hole gripping his cock in a warm blanket. He was glad he had just cum, able to hold his orgasm, able to fuck her slow and long. “Careful with the whip, Kaitlyn. I wouldn't want you to cut my balls with it.” He pulled his cock almost from her asshole, looking down between her cheeks, her anal ring gripping his cock so lovingly.

It felt worse when he took it out, Emily concentrating on the thick cock in her ass, forgetting all about Mistress and the whip until Emily heard the sickening splat of the whip between her legs. The four strands felt like they had eyes, seeking out her slit, pushing aside her lips to attack the intimate inner flesh, the sharp knots cutting the tender flesh until it bled. She screamed, her hips thrown back in pain, her asshole impaled on six inches of rock hard cock, tearing her insides as it plunged painfully into her intestines. She felt so full back there, her insides shoved aside by his thick shaft. Was it all the way in? He pulled his cock out, her insides sucked out as he did. When only the head was gripped by her anal ring, the whip slashed up between her thighs with a sudden thump that shook her body. The pain in between her legs rivaled the pain in her backside as her hips threw back and impaled her asshole on his cock. She felt his stomach pressed against her ass cheeks, knowing that all of his cock was in her guts, gulping as if she had just swallowed it. Everything below her waist was in pain.

Jerry Lee couldn't wait any longer. Her hot, tight virgin asshole was just too good to keep up the slow pace. He needed to cum and the only way to do that was to have friction. He pulled his cock from her asshole, holding her hips as it slowly drew out the hot, round passage. When only the head was gripped by her asshole, he threw his hips forward to impale her with his big cock. She tried to scream, but Kaitlyn was ready, slashing her cunt with the whip, catching her in mid scream. Her body began to bounce around as Jerry Lee vigorously fucked her asshole, all the while Kaitlyn beat her pussy; the four strands whip visiting her most intimate parts of her body with the knots. Except for one. Her clit. She was waiting for him to cum and he was almost ready. He threw his hips forward in a series of rabbit punches with his cock that drove in and out of her guts, punching her from the inside with his cock. Her delightful cramps rippled up and down the shaft of his cock like tiny fingers pleasuring him.

She didn't even know where the pain was coming from any longer, the whip, the cock, all of it taking a toll on her sweat drenched body. She couldn't even scream any longer, her throat hoarse, making her silence all the worse. Instead of her asshole growing accustom to having his thick cock inside, it was becoming more painful, Emily sure that his cock was growing thicker, the head of it digging deeper into her intestines until she felt the painful cramps deep in her stomach from the terrible punching of his cock inside her. She wished he would cum, in spite of the humiliation of having him dump his cum inside her guts. Anything to end this misery.

Jerry Lee's head was thrown back in pleasure, Kaitlyn able to recognize the look on his face as he readied to cum. She took careful aim with the whip, slashing it up between Emily's whipped thighs, this time the knots moving higher, two of the four knots finding their target. It was almost as if the whip drew her clit out of its protective cover, the other two knots slicing her slit, her clit exposed to the remaining two knots that tore at the delicate pleasure button.

It might be called her pleasure button, but it was anything but pleasure when the knots of the whip sought it out. The pain burst into Emily's head, everything going black as the incomprehensible pain raced to her brain. And added to it was the pain as the cock sliced up her backside like a giant sword, pressing painfully on her guts. Then she felt it swell, stretching her already stretched flesh as the head shot out its ropey cum deep into her intestines, humiliating her as she felt the hot fluids fill her stomach. It was painful as it pulled out, Master shoving it back in, spewing its seed inside her as the whip attacked her clit again, her body rocked in agony.

She slumped unconscious, just as Jerry Lee filled her with his cum, but he no longer needed her cooperation. All he need was a hot, tight hole to spill his seed, three times shooting her full of cum. Kaitlyn stopped beating her, no longer necessary. They were finished with them. For now. But later, Emily still had a virgin pussy and Paris a virgin asshole. And neither had learned to suck a cock yet. There would be time for that, Kaitlyn sure that the girls would provide the excuse to punish them again. Real soon.

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CHAPTER 10

Charlotte and Hannah

Charlotte rivaled Madison in good looks but with a much better temperament. The men flocked around Charlotte at a dance, Charlotte whirling around with them as she teased them with her lovely body. But that was as far as she ever went with any of them. Charlotte's preference was another girl. Social restraints limited her to close friends or the slaves. Charlotte suspected that Kaitlyn enjoyed the company of another girl, but had been too shy to instigate anything yet. So Charlotte took her lust out on the ones that could not protest her intentions, the slaves. The General made sure the plantation was stocked with an abundance of lovely female flesh, no matter that they were black. And with the cruelty of the General and Jerry Lee, even Kaitlyn, they would do little to protest the lovemaking of a female, in spite of Charlotte's mean streak breaking free sometimes. A little pussy spanking was no match for the lash of the bull whip on their bodies.

The quiet knock on her door signaled the arrival of tonight's entertainment. “Enter.” Charlotte lay on the satin comforter, a light satin robe hugging the generous curves of her body, naked beneath it, her pussy already wet in anticipation. Charlotte looked at the lovely girl that walked in. Hannah had been bought about six months ago, barely eighteen when she arrived, she had learned much about men from the General and Jerry Lee. While her life was relatively free of them now, their intentions on the newest, freshest girls, the first two months had forced her to suffer the indignities they had taken on her young, fresh body. Now she was relegated more to work and the occasional fuck when one of the white males lusted after her body.

"You sent for me, Mistress?” Hannah didn't understand why she was sent for, a cryptic order given to her from one of the overseers. It was strange, she was given a hot bath and a clean dress. She looked around, glad that none of the white men were in the room, afraid they wanted to take out their lust on her. She had finally recuperated from their evil acts, her body healing from the mark of the whips and the repeated rapes. She still remembered the thick cocks that forced their way into her body; her pussy, her mouth, even her asshole was raped by their cocks. She looked over at Mistress. She was one of the nicer ones. She lay on the bed, her beautiful body spread out on the clean blankets encased in a robe that was made for a queen. She smiled at her making Hannah feel at ease.

She was a dark-skinned beauty, small tits, full hips, and a luscious ass that the men loved to spank and whip. Hannah managed a smile, a difficult feat amongst the cruelty of the slave's life. Charlotte looked at her full lips and the pink tongue that was just inside imagining them working its magic on her body. “Come in, Hannah. Over to the bed.” She motioned her over to the bed, seeing the way Hannah seemed to be relaxing.

"Yes'm, Mistress.” Hannah stood next to the edge of the bed, still curious as to why she was here.

"You ever been with a girl before, Hannah?” Charlotte smiled at her, seeing Hannah's eyes light up wide in surprise. Charlotte stroked her hand down over her belly and through her robe until she felt her own fingers on her bush igniting the tiny hair follicles to tease her as they tingled her skin, leaving no doubt with Hannah of her intentions.

"No, Mistress,” her voice crackling. “Only the men been with me.” Hannah had never even contemplated such a thing, never mind with a white girl. But she could see the way Mistress stroked herself, just like Hannah did to herself, she would not have a choice. She only hoped that Mistress didn't have a cruel streak in her.

"You're here tonight to pleasure me. And if you're good, pleasure yourself. Can you do that, Hannah?” It wasn't that she had a choice; she just loved to hear Hannah say it.

"If you want, Mistress. I don't know what to do, but if you teach me, I'll do good.” Anything had to be better then the men. At least she didn't have a cock to rape her with.

"That's a good girl, Hannah. Take off your dress. Let me see you naked.” Charlotte's hand slid lower, between her legs, her finger rubbing up and down her slit through the silky robe. The material instantly became wet from the touch.

It was just like the men, Hannah slipping the dress off her body as Mistress's eyes stared at her with lust. Hannah slid her underwear off, standing naked in front of her, her hands hiding her bush from her lustful stare. She shivered in spite of the warm fire. She didn't know what to expect.

"Let me see your pussy. Move your hands away and spread your legs.” Charlotte unbuttoned the last few buttons of the robe, her hand slipping down to caress her naked thighs as she watched Hannah pose her naked body for her. Charlotte thought she could almost make out a blush on her black skin, her face etched in humiliation as her legs spread, her clenched fists at her side as she revealed her naked sex to Charlotte. She had a full bush, dark black hairs spiraling tightly. Charlotte gazed intently at Hannah's full pussy lips, her slit so pronounced and the hint of her pink insides escaping from the still tight lips. Her tits were small, but it was not the way with her nipples. The only reason they were so hard and erect was somehow she was aroused, either from stripping naked in front of her or at the thought of having sex with a girl. “Can you make yourself wet for me, Hannah?"

Hannah had never masturbated in front of anyone, even hiding beneath the blankets in her cramped room late at night, the pillow in her mouth as she cried silently as she came, the others sleeping nosily beside her. Her hands moved from her sides, hesitating before her fingers reluctantly slid along her lips, peeling one back as her finger found her pussy already wet. Hannah couldn't understand her arousal, hoping that the strange tingle she felt between her legs would go away. Her finger moved up and down her slit, pushing deeper between her gash, finding her juices coating her finger. Why was her body betraying her? How could she become aroused at the thought of having sex with another girl?

Charlotte pushed her robe aside, spreading her legs slightly so Hannah could see her pussy. Her fingers were busy rubbing her slit, Hannah's fingers also glistening with her juices as she masturbated for Charlotte. “You are very wet, Hannah."

Hannah had never seen a white girl's pussy before, not much different from a black. Her hair was softer, silkier, barely visible, her pussy more revealed. Mistress was stroking herself, just as Hannah did. It felt strange, yet at the same time arousing, both of them seeking the same satisfaction. “Yes'm."

Charlotte sat up, taking off her robe, throwing it to the floor. “Get on the bed with me, Hannah. I'll show you how to please me.” Charlotte watched as Hannah climbed into bed, unashamed as her legs spread wide to crawl into bed, her pink pussy highlighted against her dark, black skin.

Hannah felt the soft blanket, only touching them when she made the beds, never feeling them against her naked skin. Her blankets were harsh and scratchy, horse blankets given to the slaves. It felt strange to get into bed with a white girl, her black body in sharp contrast to her white skin.

"Play with my pussy just like you do to your self.” Charlotte parted her legs wider giving Hannah complete access to her pussy. Charlotte shivered in arousal as she watched Hannah's black hand slide along her thigh, moving so close to her pussy. “AAAWWWW,” Charlotte moaned in pleasure when she felt the hand touch her pussy lips. She might not think she knew what to do, but her fingers plucked at her pussy lips with a delicate touch, pulling back one lip to attack her wet slit, her finger pushing up and down her silky, wet inner lips. Charlotte's legs spread wider.

It was easy, Hannah playing with her pussy, her other hand going between her legs to touch her pussy at the same time. She felt Mistress's pussy soaking her fingers; Hanna's two fingers now pushing between Charlotte's lips pushing them back to reveal the drenched pink skin. Hannah felt Mistress's hand on the side of her head, not understanding until she felt her head pushed towards her breasts.

"Suck them, Hannah.” Charlotte held Hannah's head, pushing it down until she felt the gentle tugging on her nipple, a warm, soft mouth engulfing one erect nipple. She released her head, lounging back, her body engulfed in the warmth of the feelings rushing through her body. Her nipple was sucked deep into Hannah's mouth, her tongue racing to slap back and forth over it, the hard bud growing bigger as Hannah sucked it deep into her hot mouth, her nipple stretching from the powerful suction. God, did it feel good; Charlotte already feeling the pleasure wash over her body. “EEEEEEWWW.” Charlotte's ass shot up from the bed as she suddenly found her pussy impaled on two soft fingers that entered her, her pussy soaked, the fingers sliding easily into the tight passage. Charlotte's hips began to buck up and down as the fingers fucked her, her other nipple now attacked by Hanna's hot mouth, her deserted nipple chilling as the warm saliva turned cool in the night air.

Mistress had bigger tits then Hannah, her mouth barely able to get just a portion of it in her mouth, sucking the nipple deep inside until her tongue could lash at the hard tip, slapping it back and forth. Hannah stuck two fingers in Mistress, shoving aside any resistance as Hannah found her wet and inviting. She twisted her fingers inside her, pushing deeper, her knuckles pushing hard against the soft passage as she finger fucked her. Mistress's hips were moving in conjunction with Hannah's fingers, fucking back, her muscles clinging to Hannah's fingers. She could see the same signs in Mistress that she had in herself, her arousal peaking, ready to cum. She did what she would do to herself; a sharp gasp came from Mistress as Hannah's thumb pushed up and down onto Mistress's pleasure button. Her hips bucked, Hannah biting on one nipple as she felt Mistress cum, Hannah's fingers fucking her faster as her thumb rubbed her clit as she came.

Charlotte didn't mean to cum, not so soon, wanting to enjoy the mouth of Hannah first. But Hannah did all the right things, Charlotte giving into the temptation and cumming as the thumb trapped her clit beneath it, pushing it hard into her pelvic bone as she came. Charlotte grabbed her head, pinning it to her breast, the first wave of her arousal rushing to her brain when Hannah bit her nipple, the pain of the bite mixing with the pleasure as her clit was rubbed to climax. She shuddered as she came, Hannah playing her body better then even Charlotte could do, her pussy soaking the fingers that continued to plunge in and out as she came. She finally succumbed to the orgasm, her body slumped down onto the bed; the soft body of Hannah still curled up next to her, her mouth so close to her breast that she could still feel the warm air of her breathing on her nipple.

"Did I pleasure you right, Mistress?” Hannah hoped that she pleased Mistress. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, keeping her head on her chest.

"You did a good job. Now lick your fingers.” Charlotte was already getting excited again as she watched Hannah's wet finger slowly enter her mouth, her full lips tightening down on them, tasting Charlottes arousal. Charlotte imagined the same mouth licking her pussy.

It tasted a bit strange, licking the cum of another girl, but was not all that unpleasant. Would she be able to go now? Hannah found her body wet, aroused by what Mistress had forced her to do. “Can I touch me, Mistress?"

"Yes, Hannah. But don't cum unless I tell you to.” Hannah still had much more to do before she would be allowed to cum. She looked down, Hannah's fingers rubbing her pussy, but staying away from her clit. She saw the look on Hannah's face as two of her fingers impaled her pussy, sure that she wasn't as tight as Charlotte was, the white men fucking her until they grew tired of her. Charlotte had never had a cock inside her.

Hannah played with her pussy for ten minutes, Mistress content to watch her. Hannah's embarrassment of being in front of another girl leaving her, sure that Mistress was not finished with her yet.

Charlotte spread her legs wider, bringing up her knees and bowing out her legs. She pushed Hannah away from her breasts. Seeing the questioning look on Hannah's face, stated “Bring me off again Hannah, this time use your mouth."

Hannah was afraid of that. The men had used her mouth that way also, but worse, forcing their thick, long cocks into her mouth and finally down into her throat, disregarding her choking on it, not caring. All they were concerned with was cumming in her mouth and making her swallow their abundant creme, Hannah gagging as she choked down the thick, salty cum. She had never licked a girl before, never even feeling a man lick her down there, not sure what to do. She found her head shoved between Mistress's thighs, her legs spread wide, her pussy opened up almost obscenely. Hannah had never seen a girl so close up before, not even herself. It was different with a white girl, her skin so pale, almost the same color as her inner pussy. Hannah moved closer, inhaling the sweet fragrance of Mistress's arousal, her pussy still glistening from her last orgasm.

Charlotte's ass shot up from the bed as the tongue touched her pussy, more of a kiss then a lick. Hannah's smooth, full lips were running up and down Charlotte's pussy lips, teasing close to her slit without quite touching it. Even though she had just cum only minutes ago, Hannah knew just the right things to do.

It wasn't so bad, Hannah kissing her pussy lips, pushing the hair out of the way. She peeled back one pussy lip with her finger, her mouth grabbing it, her teeth nibbling on the tender skin, Mistress's body jerking up in unexpected shock. Mistress gasped loudly, Hannah biting harder as she squirmed on the bed. Her tongue moved out to run over the inner lips, gathering up her nectar, the taste not as bad as she thought it would be. In fact it tasted good. She ran her mouth up and down her slit, biting, licking, attacking her pussy. One moment she would be kissing it lightly, the next, her teeth would be biting the delicate skin as Mistress screamed in pleasure. Hannah used two hands to peel her pussy back, opening up Mistress to her touch, her mouth going where her fingers had gone before. She licked from the bottom of her slit, paying special attention to the tight hole that beckoned her tongue to go deeper, to the top of her slit, teasing close to her clit without touching it. Mistress thrashed in pleasure on the bed, her ass and hips unable to keep still as Hannah ravished her with her mouth.

"AAAWWWHHH,” Charlotte screamed in pleasure. None of the other girls had done her so well, Hannah knowing exactly what to do. Hannah drove her from pleasure to pain, going back and forth while Charlotte thrashed on the bed, unable to stay still as the tongue attacked her with a vengeance. Charlotte's body was tense, unable to wait until the tongue slid inside her or the mouth attacked her clit, either task sure to send her to the brink of another orgasm.

Hannah had a hard time keeping her mouth on Mistress's pussy, her body moving around so hard. Hannah was enjoying herself, surprised at what she could do to a white girl, her fingers slipping to her tight hole, two fingers prying it open, her tongue out and rigid just like a tiny cock. She pushed her head forward, shoving her tongue into the hot, tight hole, just as a cock would do. She wiggled her tongue back and forth, delighted by the way her tight hole convulsed on her tongue. Her tongue ached from stretching it out so far, but she enjoyed the reaction she got from Mistress, her body fucking back on her tongue. Hannah smashed her face into Mistress's spread legs, her juices coating her cheeks, Hannah's tongue fucking in and out. Her hands went under Mistress's ass cheeks raising her up so she could fuck her tongue in deeper. Her fingers slipped along her sweat drenched ass crack, her finger accidentally pressing against her anus.

Her ass was raised up so high, now higher, Hanna's hands underneath her, cradling her clenched cheeks as her tongue dug deep into her pussy. And now a new sensation hit her, Hanna's finger pressed against her anus. No one had ever touched her back there, not even herself. She didn't know if Hannah even realized what she was doing, but Charlotte could feel the blood pounding in the finger that pressed against her anus, setting off a fiery feeling deep in her backside. She had heard the men fuck the slaves in the ass, but she never understood the attraction. Now she began to wonder, screwing her hips into a circle until she felt the finger moving harder against her anus, circling it, widening it until she felt the sudden shock of her anal ring giving way and the tip of the finger entered her rectum. “EEEEEEWWW.” Her ass shot up higher, her pussy bitten accidentally by Hannah, settling back down, finding her asshole slowly impaled by a finger poised just inside the entrance. She felt the fiery feeling as her anal ring spread wider to accept the offending digit.

Hannah didn't know exactly what happened. One minute she was licking and biting Mistress's pussy, her hands offering her up higher, giving Hannah greater access to fuck her with her tongue. The next minute Mistress's ass shot up and back down, Hannah finding her finger between Mistress's crack suddenly swallowed up into her hot rectum. The white men had taken Hannah that way, Hannah hating taking a fat cock in such a tight hole, forced to accept their punishing fucks in her asshole until they dumped their hot cum into her bowels. This was different, Hannah in control, a white girl's asshole breached by her finger. She could feel the muscles inside trying to push her finger out, but Hannah had other ideas. Hannah's mouth slid up higher, up until she found the hard clit of Mistress. Her lips curled around it, sucking it inside her mouth until her teeth could grip it lightly. She thought Mistress was going crazy as she bucked on the bed, unable to move too much or she would rip her clit from her body. Hannah's tongue attacked the trapped clit, slapping it back and forth as Mistress thrashed on the bed.

Charlotte bit her lips as she tried to contain the powerful scream that built in her mouth. She had never felt anything like it, her clit attacked, the mixture of pain and pleasure attacking her senses, confusing her as the tongue lashed her sensitive pleasure button. And to make it worse, all of her bucking was driving her asshole down on the finger that had already breached her asshole, the strange feeling as it felt like a cock being shoved up her asshole, the finger so thick. The finger never stopped moving, slipping from side to side, the tip pressing hard on the soft muscles of her passage, going deeper and deeper as her hips move up and down in mock fucking, dually impaled. Two fingers entered her pussy, Charlotte never feeling as full as she was now, the fingers deep inside her pussy trying to touch the one in her asshole, only separated by the thin membrane. She groaned in pleasure, succumbing to the pleasure as another orgasm overtook her body. “AAAHHH,” she screamed as the feeling raced from the pussy and her asshole to shoot into her brain. She had never felt such a feeling before, her clit attacked by Hannah's tongue, her teeth digging into the tender bud to hold it trapped for the oral attack. And her asshole, her muscles clenching on the finger that never stopped moving inside her, sliding in and out, the finger bending as it pressed painfully against the soft walls of her ass. Is this what it was like to be fucked in the ass? Just the thought of such a thing made her cum again, Hannah giving her no rest as her mouth and fingers continued to attack her body in pleasure.

Hannah dug her finger into Mistress's asshole, just like the white men did to her, an evil streak in her as she discovered she had such control over this white woman. She bit harder on her clit, finding that only drove her orgasm to a higher plane, her body jerking back and forth as she came all over Hannah's face and hands. Hannah refused to stop for almost five minutes, Mistress finally slumping down on the bed, her asshole still wrapped around Hannah's finger. Hannah pulled it out slowly, remembering how it felt when the men fucked her in the ass, wanting Mistress to feel the same thing. She settled over to the side of Mistress, her body content, Hannah needing something for release. She waited for a few minutes until Mistress's breathing returned to normal. “Can I cum, Mistress?” She needed so bad to cum, even if she had to masturbate herself in front of Mistress.

Charlotte forgot all about Hannah, sure that she was on the edge. “Yes you can, Hannah. But pussy fuck me. You know how to do that?"

"Not sure, Mistress,” Hannah willing to do anything to cum.

"Roll over on top of me. Put one leg between mine until your pussy is pushed real tight against me.” In spite of cumming, Charlotte felt the pleasure as Hannah's wet pussy lips separated and their lips clung to each other. Hannah was lying with their legs intertwined, their pussies pushed against each other. “Good, now rub until you cum.” Hannah seized instantly the opportunity. Her hips began to move, her pussy rubbing back and forth against the smooth skin of Charlotte's pussy.

It was new to Hannah, but it thrilled her when her wet pussy met the wet pussy of Mistress. She ground her pussy hard, rubbing back and forth until Hannah felt her clit rubbing, her body shuddering from the pleasure. “Yes, Mistress. That so good.” Hannah didn't know how long she could last, but she never felt anything so good, wanting to go as long as she could without cumming. Her hips moved in a circular motion, her pussy lips spread, rubbing up and down, feeling the gentle tickle of Mistress's pussy hairs tickling her. She dared the unthinkable, her hands slipping underneath Mistress's ass, seeking out the sweat-drenched crack. Mistress gasped when Hannah touched her asshole again, but did little to stop her. That was all that Hannah needed, her finger seeking out her asshole and plunging unopposed into the hot, tight hole. Mistress gasped in sudden pain, but her hips began to move faster, her pussy eagerly fucking back on Hannah's pussy.

Charlotte couldn't cum again. Not three times. While the pussy rubbing felt good, she knew it wouldn't be enough to make her cum again, her hips moving back and forth leisurely. She felt Hannah's hand under her ass. No, she couldn't be thinking of such a thing. Charlotte tried to relax her ass cheeks, in spite of what she hoped would happen. The fingers crept along her ass crack moving closer to the intended target. Even prepared for the inevitable, she still gasped loudly as her asshole was once again impaled on a finger, this time two of them splitting her open. Her anal ring stretched, burning, but that only added to the masochistic pleasure she felt as the fingers ground deeper into her bowels. She bucked up and down, rubbing her pussy enthusiastically, her asshole filled with thick fingers that never rested. Could she really cum again?

Hannah held out as long as she could, Mistress now fucking back with a renewed interest, Hannah never letting her fingers be idle in her asshole, twisting and turning them, forcing Mistress to ride her pussy. It took as much stamina as she could muster, but finally she heard Mistress cumming again, Hannah releasing her pleasure at the same time, both of them climaxing against each other. When they were finished, they both slumped into the bed, their bodies exhausted by the orgasms.

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CHAPTER 11

Cruel Rituals

Sarah had been fucked by Jerry Lee, his wife Kaitlyn watching with interest. She enjoyed watching her husband's white cock spear her black thighs, pushing deep into her pussy as she sobbed in shame as she lost her cherry to a white man. Sarah though her debasement was over, but Jerry Lee forced her to suck his dirty cock, licking the cum from it until it grew to erection again. Only then did Jerry Lee fuck her face, his hands holding her head submissively, his white prick spreading her lips, his hips shoving the thick shaft in and out of her pouty lips. Since he had just cum, he was able to hold off, using Sarah's mouth for almost a half an hour, Sarah choking and gagging as he speared her throat. She finally received his precious seed in her mouth, her cheeks swelling from the abundant creme, swallowing loudly as Jerry Lee filled her mouth two times. She turned on her side on the bed, cum dripping from her lips and pussy, Jerry Lee's lust sated on her black body.

But Kaitlyn enjoyed the cruelty more, tonight one of her favorites. She looked over at Sarah, her body naked, the sweat glistening on her jet-black skin. It wasn't that it was hot; it was the cruel bondage that Jerry Lee had put her in. Her arms were pulled up high, but in front of her, stretching her body out, her generous tits hanging down, open and exposed to whatever Jerry Lee would use on them, be it a whip or a crop. He would make them dance erotically. Her legs were pulled back behind her, her ankles tied together. This forced her into a position where her body was stretched out. That would have been painful enough, but that was mild to what she was feeling between her legs. She was perched on the horse, a contraption that Kaitlyn had invented, her cruelty knowing no bounds. The horse consisted of a long board, supports on both ends keeping the victim from tipping it over with her constant struggle. The sides of the board were sanded and smooth, unlike the ridge along the top. The ridge was rough, small splinters running along it, grooves dug into the edge at uneven intervals. Sarah was forced to straddle the horse, her black thighs pushed up against the smooth sides, but the ridge was snuggled tightly between her pussy lips, Jerry Lee paying special attention, pulling back her lips as they lowered Sarah down on the horse.

"God! No!” Sarah cried out as she felt Master's hands between her legs, peeling back her pussy lips like a Georgia peach, the other men releasing her down until she felt the unmistakable presence of the wooden ridge between them. They had shown it to her, the horror etched in her face as she saw the wooden splinters sticking up, the ends sharp as nails. The deep grooves on the top of the ridge were stained in blood and sweat, many other girls forced to ride it for Master's pleasure and their pain. “EEEEGGHHH!” It hurt, feeling like she was sitting on a sword, the ridge cutting into her unprotected pink flesh. If that wasn't enough, the way her legs were pulled behind her forced her to lie almost flat on the ridge, the sharp edge assaulting her clit, smashing it into the hard wood. Sarah could barely breathe, the movements from filling her lungs making her body move just enough to dig into one of the grooves or pushing a splinter deep into her flesh. She tried to stay still, but Master's hands were busy, probing her body, forcing her to move from his cruel touch.

Jerry Lee inspected Sarah, his hands running over her hanging breasts, teasing the nipples until they responded, growing erect even though the constant tugging on the tips made Sarah squirm on the horse, groaning in pain as the horse cut her gash. “Yes, Sarah, squirm that lovely black pussy on the horse.” He pinched one nipple, twisting it until she jerked in pain, her hips moved on the horse. He could see her pussy getting wet unnaturally, forced by the movements of her body to masturbate her open pussy on the unforgiving wood ridge.

Master wouldn't leave her alone, touching her, making her squirm in spite of Sarah trying to contain the feeling of arousal. Master knew exactly what to do to arouse her, his hands and cock forcing unwanted orgasms from her body. Even when in pain. And now he was making her nipples hard, the calloused fingers rubbing them until they grew. “EEEEGGG.” He had pinched her nipple, Sarah jerking, a splinter digging into the tender inner flesh of her pussy. She tried to move back, crying out again in pain, the wooden splinter stuck in her pussy. Each time she made the slightest movement, the splinter would push and probe deeper into her pussy. His hands were moving down over her flanks, running over her sweat drenched body, tickling her, the slightest movement by Sarah igniting a new pain between her legs. He enjoyed her cries of pain, the shuffling of her body, each time a new pain erupting between her legs.

Jerry Lee's hands played over her ass cheeks, seeing her clench her cheeks, causing a cry of pain, the taut cheeks relaxed again. She learned quickly any movement to protect her body would incite a pain deep in her gash. “A lovely ass, Sarah.” His hands stroked up and down her crack, a tremor running through her body as his finger passed slowly over her anus lubricated by her sweat. Jerry Lee had not taken her in the ass yet, but tonight that situation would be remedied. She would willingly do anything to escape the horse, even agree to be sodomized, by time he got finished with her, but he would lie, fucking her in the ass while still riding the horse. He would enjoy her muscles clenching in pain on his cock. His finger lingered on her tight, wrinkled hole, teasing it as it began to spasm from the unnatural probing. He drew his sharp fingernail around the hole, her body jerking in pain each time she tried to escape his touch, the horse chafing her inner pussy lips. He applied pressure with his fingertip, a jerk of her cheeks as she clenched them uncontrollably, relaxing them as soon as she cried out in pain, her pussy forced to clench on the painful ridge, squeezing her lips onto the splinter embedded in her flesh.

Her anus went into a series of spasms, Master's finger probing at her intimate hole, Sarah unable to stop him. Each spasm raced to her pussy, forcing another painful jerk of her hips onto the ridge. She almost would rather die then feel the pain that she felt now, sure that her pussy was bleeding from the sharp ridge. She saw Mistress out of the corner of her eye, a smirk on her face as she enjoyed Sarah's pain. The finger was becoming more insistent, pressing harder to gain entry. She felt her anal ring opening, burning as it stretched wider, the slick finger having success in breaching her virgin hole. “AAAAAHHH!” She cried out when the finger suddenly impaled her, her ring stretching so wide as it spread over the knuckle of the finger that pushed into her rectum, the fingertip twisting and turning as it pushed harshly on her soft passage. Her hips jerked hard on the ridge, her clit dragged back and forth over the sharp ridge, Sarah sure that it was cut open and bleeding. A splinter felt like a knife pushing inside and out, piercing her most sensitive part of her body, any movement making it open the wound more. Like before, Master's fingers moved deeper into the depths of her rectum, pressing hard on the muscles, each time Sarah's hips sliding back and forth on the ridge, sawing her pussy back and forth on the sharp edge.

Jerry Lee enjoyed the way her muscles clenched on his finger, tightening and then unclenching when the ridge rubbed her pussy raw. His finger twisted and turned inside her, stretching her for something bigger.

Kaitlyn picked up a paddle, the leather paddle two inches wide and about ten inches long. There were small holes in it to allow the air to pass through so the maximum amount of pressure could be brought to bear. She moved next to Sarah's head, whispering softly into her ear. “I'm going to paddle those lovely hanging tits. You might want to brace yourself; I wouldn't want your pussy to rub itself completely raw on the horse.” She smiled as Sarah cringed from the words. Kaitlyn swung the paddle, catching just one nipple with the end, the sharp slap of the leather paddle resounding off the walls. Sarah jerked, screaming from the intense pain in her beaten nipple and from the sharp jerking of her hips that sent her pussy up and down the ridge of the horse, tearing and ripping at her most intimate flesh. “You'll not last very long if you continue like that, Sarah."

Jerry Lee thought her asshole would suck his finger off, her muscles clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. He twisted his finger deeper inside her, up to his knuckles, her soft round passage engulfing his finger. When the paddle hit her other nipple, Jerry Lee pulled his finger out, then thrust in back in as her body jerked in pain. Sarah was sobbing now, her nipple, her asshole, and her pussy all receiving such intense and painful attention.

Sarah screamed, her body shaking as her nipples felt like they were torn from her body. She looked down, the tips swollen, easy targets for the cruel paddle that Mistress was wielding over Sarah's body. The splinters felt like they were entering her, her hips driving then in deeper each time she jerked in pain, her clit rubbed raw as it scraped painfully over the rough edge of the ridge. Why were they doing such cruel things to her? And the thick finger was still sitting painfully in her asshole, moving in and out to meet the paddle beating her body.

"Now I'm going to really going to slap those lovely big tits hard. Make them dance for me. Hold real still now, Sarah.” Kaitlyn grinned evilly as she swung the paddle up beneath Sarah's body, slapping hard in an upward motion that forced the paddle to hit her tit square on the nipple, pushing it into the firm flesh of her breast, catching the full breast with the power of the leather paddle. “WWWWHHHOOPP.” The sound of the leather hitting the flesh of Sarah bounced off the walls, her screams following closely behind it. Kaitlyn didn't give her time to even catch her breath, smashing the other breast hard with the paddle, Sarah's nipples almost black from the abuse.

Her breasts were on fire, but her asshole also hurt, two fingers now shoved inside. The knuckles of Master shoved aside her anal ring, the fingers twisted and turned as Master drove them deep into her intestines. Mistress was beating her breasts with regularity, Master continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of her resisting asshole, all while Sarah tried unsuccessfully to keep from moving her body, her pussy sliding back and forth over the harsh ridge, tearing her pussy and clit. Sarah didn't know how much longer she could stand it, sobbing loudly in between her screams of pain. Master and Mistress enjoyed her pain too much.

Jerry Lee couldn't wait much longer, his cock hard. The clenching of her asshole on his fingers showing him how much enjoyment he would receive with his cock in her asshole instead of his fingers.

"Please, Mistress. Spare me.” Sarah begged, but she knew it would do little good until Master received his pleasure. His pleasure from her body.

"Take her now, Jerry Lee. She will be very accommodating. I'll whip her breasts; that should give you some delicious clenching on your cock.” Kaitlyn put down the paddle, picking up a riding crop. The split leather would search out her delicate nipples and tear at the flesh.

Jerry Lee stripped off his clothes, pouring oil on his cock, his hand spreading it from his balls to the top, the shaft thickening from his masturbation. He looked at her asshole, already shrunk down even after his probing. He put the wooden crate at the end of the horse, stepping up on it, his cock pointed at her upthrust ass, her cheeks parted, her anus open and exposed. He pressed forward, his thighs on either side of her legs, laying his body onto her, hearing her groan as his weight pushed down on her body, pushing her harder into the ridge that tore her pussy.

It was bad enough with her own weight, but now she had to contend with Master laying on her, her clit crushed into the hard wood, her pussy sliding along the deep groove, tearing her flesh. But nothing could compare to the splinter that pierced her pussy, so close to her hole as if it were a cock trying to enter her. Master moved, Sarah crying out loudly as he pushed her body sideways, the splinter dislodged temporarily to find a new spot, this time the sharp splinter of wood shoving inside her pussy, breaching her tight hole to pierce the side of her insides. She jerked up to escape the terrible pain, only to feel the hot flesh of Master pushed between her cheeks. She sobbed in new humiliation, knowing that he was going to sodomize her, taking her last virgin hole. Shaming her by violating her in such a perverse and painful manner.

Mistress whipped one of her breasts, the riding crop catching one dangling breast, slapping hard on the end, tearing her nipple. Sarah screamed, her body bucking, Master waiting for her as her hips tried to rise up. “EEEHHH,” groaning in pain as the massive head of his cock bore into her anus, pushing the tiny hole as if he were trying to drive it into her body. No way would it fit inside her. She screamed again, her other breast slashed horrifically by the riding crop, Mistress making her breast dance in pain. Her ass shot up again, pushing against the massive weapon that was poised at the entrance to her backside. She felt her anal ring stretching, tearing as it tried to open wide enough to take the thick member inside. Two fingers hurt badly enough, Master's cock twice the size and harder, feeling like an iron bar pressing to get inside her. The riding crop made her jerk again, her pussy tearing up the ridge, her ass shooting up in pain, feeling Master press down on her body, eager to get his cock inside her. “GGGHHHH,” she screamed, the head of his cock succeeding to get inside her, Sarah sure her anal ring was torn and bleeding, her tiny hole beginning to spasm uncontrollably on the thick flesh that jerked inside her rectum.

Jerry Lee had to control his orgasm, ready to cum, her rectum feeling like a tight vise on the head of his cock, trapping it just beneath the head, the spasms of her muscles brining such delight to his cock, the pleasure traveling down into his balls. He knew he could stay where he was, wanting Sarah to feel the mastery of his cock inside her guts. He loved subjecting the girls to the act of sodomy, shaming them when his cum jetted deep into their bowels. With Sarah under intense pain, her body's natural reaction to the pain would be to squeeze his cock delightfully. He was sweating as he pressed with his hips, the tip of his cock spreading her asshole open as he pushed another inch of cock into the soft, round tube. Another slap of the riding crop, her cry of pain and the delightful clenching followed, waiting for her asshole to relax, a sharp jab with his hips gaining another inch of cock into her asshole. He saw Kaitlyn pause, pulling his cock from her asshole until it was gripped just under the head by her stretched anal ring. He waited for the riding crop to slap the lovely black flesh of Sarah's breast, a sharp shrill of pain, shoving his cock into her asshole just as she tightened her muscles in pain. He grunted as he shoved as hard as he could, tearing the tight, hot hole open with the thick helmet of his cock. Her insides clenched on the shaft of his cock as it plunged in, this time six inches of cock buried in her guts before her tight hole stopped his cock.

Her body was in so much pain. Her tits felt like they were shredded by the paddle and the riding crop, Mistress enjoying Sarah's pain too much. Sarah's pussy was ruined for life, Sarah sure of it. Her clit throbbed, feeling like a rock as it rubbed harshly against the unyielding wooded ridge. And her asshole feeling as if Master's cock was a bar of iron shoving aside all her resistance. Each time the pain of the crop ignited in her body, his hips would drive the thick shaft deeper into her defenseless body. She was sure that he was trying to drive it straight through her stomach. Even pulling out was as painful as shoving in, sure that her guts were sucked out by the powerful suction of his cock. And he only paused for a second before he plunged back in, the air pushed out of her lungs as the cock was sent hard into her asshole, churning her guts. She didn't think she could stand much more of this, her head spinning in pain. “EEEEGGHH,” Master sticking his cock deep inside her, feeling like a giant snake in her asshole, twitching and jerking inside. She was sure he was in her stomach, the painful cramps driving her pussy up and down the devious ridge, sawing her pussy raw. He drew his cock out slowly, the crop lashing at her breasts, Sarah clenching on the thick shaft of flesh in her asshole, knowing that she was giving Master such pleasure. The cock fucked back in burying the massive head deep into her bowels, pressing painfully against the soft passage, igniting pain as it traveled deep inside her. He began to fuck her, his cock shoving rhythmically in and out her stretched passage, Mistress beating her breasts in time with his cock. Sarah was going crazy with pain, not sure that she could last much longer.

It was such a glorious feeling, her soft asshole gripping his cock so possessively, the muscles rippling up and down the shaft, her anal ring gripping the shaft of his cock as he plunged in and out, raping her asshole. All the while, Kaitlyn beat her tits, the flesh jiggling back and forth, the nipples twice their size, swollen in pain. As the lovely screams from Sarah only drove his lust to greater heights, he thrust back inside her all the more savage. His cock was ripping in and out of her asshole with abandonment, slicing her up the middle with his thick cock. All the while the cum boiled in his balls, Jerry Lee straining to hold the orgasm that threatened to burst lose from his balls. His heavy-laden balls slammed against her naked flesh as he fucked her. He couldn't hold back any longer, driving his cock forward with a powerful thrust of his hips, his abdomen slapping against her naked asscheeks as he buried the tip of his cock high in her guts, surrounded by the gentle massaging of her muscles. Kaitlyn could tell his lust was at a boiling point, whipping her tits unmercifully, Sarah bucking up and down, bringing the orgasm from his body. The first jet of cum shot from his cock, bathing deep inside her bowels with his hot, salty cum. Her asshole clenched, tightening on his cock as he spewed his cum into her, her body's protest only inciting another load of cum to spew from the head of his cock, this one more powerful, filling her belly with his seed.

She felt shame as he came in her belly, deep into her intestines, soiling her with his wet cum in a place not destined for it, her body protesting it, only to receive a second load of cum until Sarah felt it fill her stomach. He pulled his cock out only to shove it back in, jerking and shuddering as it came in her passage. It pressed deep inside her, sliding along the slick passage bathed with his seed. Twice more he ripped his cock out, only to shove it back in ‘till he finally pressed so deep inside her that her stomach cramped on the thick flesh that filled her round tube. She finally felt some relief, the flesh shrinking, Mistress growing bored with whipping her. Still it took five minutes before her asshole forced his shrinking member out, a loud plop as it burst free from her asshole, a burning, clenching feeling as the cum dribbled out her ruptured anus. They finally let her down from the horse, Sarah clutched into a ball on the floor, her body bruised and battered, not only on the outside, but her insides ravished with pain. They left her, finally one of the girls coming in to help her back to her bed, Sarah barely able to walk, the pain between her legs to severe. She could barely walk for a week, each step a constant reminder of the cruel sodomy.

It was weeks before Master took her again, this time at least she was afforded a bed, spread out on her belly, her legs wide, Master between them as he pumped his cock in and out of her asshole, Sarah forced to massage his cock with her insides as if she enjoyed the painful ass rape.

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Epilogue

Retribution-Two Years Later

The valley was ablaze; the flames lighting up the darkness until it was almost as if the sun was shining. Nothing glowed as much as the Plantation; the large house engulfed in yellow and red flames that shot to the gods in the sky as if an offering for all of the sins of the past.

No one knew exactly how it started or who led the rebellion. It just came about suddenly, the whites overcome by their black slaves before they could even fathom it. There was much bloodshed, the blacks fighting like the fierce warriors of their African heritage, taking out retribution for the cruel lives they were forced into. None of the white males survived long, the General the last to go, forced to watch as the blacks degraded and raped the females of his family. The powerful General sat huddled in the corner, naked and bound; his once proud cock now just a shriveled organ, a symbol of his lost manhood.

They were in the slave's quarters, the rich furniture of the Plantation now looking out of place in the dilapidated building, but the blacks refusing to take a step into the Plantation, the burning of it a symbol of their new found freedom. John, the oldest slave on the plantation had become the leader by virtue of his age, sitting in the chair that the General once called his. Charlie and a few of the other bucks stood guard, Mary and Sarah watching the proceedings, dressed in the finery of the whites. The walls were lined with the flagellation tools found in the Plantation; whips, crops, and paddles all graced the walls, all ready to be used on the new slaves, the whites. Three females stood before them, Madison, Kaitlyn, and Charlotte. Somehow Savannah had escaped the carnage, last seen heading for the coast to find her husband, the naval Captain. The once proud and haughty Kaitlyn was bound; her hands tied behind her back, a rope around her neck to guide her like a trained dog. She was naked except for underwear that barely covered her sex, her proud breasts sticking out; her nipples hard in spite of her fear. Her defiant look was gone, replaced with a look of terror etched in her face. Next to her was Madison, her body naked, her underwear pulled down almost to her knees, her sex naked for the blacks to gaze upon. Her full tits heaved up and down, Madison fearful for her life. Charlotte sobbed, a blindfold covering her eyes, increasing her terror as she could only imagine what fate would befall her. She shivered in fear, naked except for ragged underwear around her waist, a rope too tight around her neck, her breathing ragged.

"Bring her forward.” John ordered his men, motioning for Kaitlyn. He eyed her white, luscious body. “She is the cruelest among them,” John commenting, all the others acknowledging the fact. “Let ‘er suffer same as us done all da while. Spread ‘er on da cross. Let ‘er feel da taste of them same whips and crops that damaged our skins. When there no more skin to whip, fuck her in all ‘er holes until she has satisfied all da men."

Kaitlyn tried to fight them, but she was no match for the powerful bucks. She found her body stripped of the last of her clothes, her limbs spread wide to the large “X", her legs and arms bound so tight that you could barely see the ropes so deep in her flesh. She screamed as one of them stood in back of her, the other in front, and each with a whip. They immediately began to strike her body, each one seeing which could make her scream louder. Charlie, in front of her, won by taking a quirt and slapping it between her spread legs attacking her pussy with a vengeance until blood ran down her thighs. She was just barely conscious when she felt the thick cocks forced into her body; the one in her ass causing her the most serious pain. They never even knew when she stopped feeling, her tight holes taken over and over until the cum lay in puddles at her feet.

Madison was next, dragged closer to John. “She loves da cocks of our bucks. Let ‘er have ‘er fill. Throw ‘er over the rail. Let ‘er ass know da feel of a thick cock. Many thick cocks."

Madison felt the wooden beam pressing into her hip bones as they pushed down on her back until her head hung so low it almost touched the ground. Her hair spilled in front of her, her head growing dizzy as the blood rushed to her brain. Hands spread her legs tying them to the base of the rail, stripping the underwear from her body. She enjoyed the feel of a large black cock in her pussy, but her asshole was virgin territory. She didn't have time to think, the thick, hot flesh of a cock nudging at her tiny anus.

It was not the largest she would feel, each one progressively bigger, a fresh reminder of the cruelty they would inflict on her. The buck was the lucky one, the one that would take her in the ass first.

She screamed loudly as the hard cock pushed relentlessly into her anus, splitting her anal ring, the cock igniting the burning and wetness inside her, sure that she was bleeding from the unnatural act. Her muscles tried to force it out, the thick head sitting inside her rectum, but the buck was too strong, his hips driving the thick shaft into her body like an iron bar, pushing aside all resistance to plunge deep into the darkest part of her bowels. He paused for only a second before he pulled it out, the withdrawal just as painful. When her anal ring grabbed the head of his cock just under the ridge, he shoved it back in with a powerful thrust that drove all ten inches of the massive cock back into her intestines; the scream torn from her lips almost inhuman. They stood in line to fuck her in the ass. After a while it was quiet except for the slap of flesh against flesh, Madison unable to scream any longer, the pain fading as her asshole was beat into submission. It was two hours before they finished with her, her asshole now a gaping hole, glistening with the white cum of the many men that took her in the brutal sodomies.

Charlotte was the last, forced to listen as the others were beaten and raped into unconsciousness, the blindfold covering her eyes from seeing the carnage, only imagining what was happening. John pulled her over to him, his hand fishing his cock out of his pants as he took her blindfold off. She looked down at it. Even though he was old, his cock looked as hard as a rock, sticking out at least a foot long. She had never seen anything that big, even among the hardiest bucks. She had never been with a man before, but she knew that it was about to change. She could only tremble as he pulled her underwear down, his hands between her thighs until she spread them willingly for him.

"Ya can make it easy or hard, Charlotte. Cooperate and ya might survive.” John stroked his cock. “I gonna show you what ya been missin'.” He pulled her hips forward, making her spread her legs until she straddled his legs, her pussy poised just over the top of his cock.

She looked down, the massive head of his cock glistening as John pointed it up at her pussy. She had no choice, lowering herself until she felt the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He smiled at her, his cock jerking when it touched her hot flesh.

"Put it in ya. You a virgin, Charlotte?” He groaned as her pussy lips enclosed the head of his cock in a hot blanket of flesh.

"Yes,” though she knew it would only be seconds before he took her.

"Fuck me with your virgin pussy. I want ya to take your own virginity. Sit on me cock and fuck me.” He slapped her naked ass, her body jerking in pain.

She had no choice, watching as all the bucks stood around watching her. She felt it pressing hard against her hymen, knowing that it would soon take her cherry. His hand stung her ass, another slap, and she knew she would have to obey. She pushed down, feeling the thick cock tear away her innocence, screaming as the pain raced to her brain. She looked down, the head of his cock between her legs, a small trickle of pink blood running down the shaft. She looked down to see the black hands on her hips guiding her movements, feeling the thick cock entering her painfully, pushing aside all resistance. It took five minutes until the end of his cock hit her cervix, part of it still outside her pussy, too big for her to take it all. Charlotte felt like she was sitting on a fence post. Even though it was flesh, it felt so hard and rigid, unbending as it pushed aside her soft passage and shoved deep inside her. And then it started, his hands forcing her up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing up and down on her chest from the rapid movement. She had never felt so torn between her legs; the cock seemed to be getting harder the longer he fucked her.

John nodded to Charlie, enjoying the virgin pussy of Charlotte, but she had to pay for her sins. He felt her body jerk when she felt it, looking up at John in surprise and terror. He held her hips still while Charlie prepared to mount her, this time in the ass.

"NNNNOOO!” They couldn't be thinking of such a thing. But she felt the unmistakable feel of another cock behind her, this time it nudged against her asshole. She had watched Madison get ass fucked, seeing the way they tore into her painfully. Now she felt the same thing, but it would be worse, a thick cock already in her pussy, now another one trying to push in her asshole. “EEEEGGHHH.” She screamed so loud, but John held her body still, Charlotte unable to move away as the thick cock tore into her rectum. But he didn't stop there; pausing just long enough before thrusting his hips forward, impaling her on a second cock, feeling like it was trying to touch the other one that lay just inside her, separated by a tiny membrane of skin. She was sure they had torn her, only one hole now, as they began to fuck her, one pushing in and the other pulling out, her body never without one cock fully inside her. They did that for five minutes, Charlottes screaming. She didn't know how much longer she could endure this; neither man seemed even ready to cum. Then the changed the rhythm, both of them pulling out at the same time, Charlotte breathing heavy as she knew what was coming. It felt like her insides were torn when they both thrust back in, impaling her on two giant cocks at the same time, each one trying to outdo the other in cruelty. They seemed to meet in the middle, both of them jerking in pleasure inside her ravished holes. They fucked her in sync, both of them going in and going out at the same time until it felt like one giant cock between her legs.

John was still not finished with her; she still had one virgin hole. Her white body was being buffeted by the two black cocks that split her up the middle, but her mouth was still free. Another buck came over, his naked cock pushed out in front of Charlotte's face. She hadn't even noticed it, too much pain between her legs to contend with. “Open your mouth and let him in. If you bite him, I'll cut your tits off."

She looked over, another black cock just inches from her mouth. This one wasn't as thick as the others, but it was long like John's, over a foot long. The head was already glistening with his cum, his hand making it erect for her mouth. She had no choice, opening her mouth, feeling the hot flesh pressed to her lips, feeling like it was burning her silky skin. She could only comply with their latest demand, closing her lips around the shaft, feeling it already begin to thrust in and out of her mouth just like it was her pussy or asshole. Powerful hands gripped her head, his hips pumping his cock in and out of her mouth until she choked as it tried to spear her throat. She couldn't do anything as it plunged down her throat; feeling like it was coming out her stomach and joining the others that pushed up from the inside. Now she had to contend with three cocks taking her at once, choking and gagging as they battered her insides with their raping cocks. It seemed like hours before they came, hurting worse as they swelled in anticipation of cumming in her. It felt like torrents of cum that filled her mouth, pussy, and asshole, their cocks continuing to fuck her orifices as they came. She gulped, swallowing the thick, salty cum that filled her mouth, gagging as it slowly slid down her gullet. Her stomach felt like it was bulging out as the cock in her asshole shot it's cum deep in her bowels. They finally pulled their shrinking cocks from her ravished body, but she was not through. Three more took their places, then three more after that, each one filling her with their cum until she was swimming in it. When they finished with her she was curled up on the floor, cumming leaking from all of her holes, raped unmercifully.

John knew that it was not over, the whites would be back, this time many more of them. They had only got restitution, not freedom. It would be a while before that came about.

The End.





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