WW-130  Enslaved Soul Sister
by Unknown


FOREWORD

Lima Bean glared angrily at her two sisters.

“Git your nigger asses outa mah face!” she snarled. “Now dat I is a house nigger, I don’t 
want ta sees de likes o’ you agin. I is fine in de massa’s kitchen. I gits ta eats what I wants, I gits
ta does what I wants, an’ you an’ Mammy ain’t nufin’ but nappy headed field slaves what gots 
ta toil under de cap’ns whip!”

Lima Bean’s sisters turned and ran out of the master’s garden.

Lima Bean closed the window, a satisfied smile on her nappy face.

She shuffled to the kitchen table and resumed chopping carrots.

The door to the kitchen flew open.

Lima Bean looked up.

It was the master.

The big, ugly white man with lust in his eyes.

“Lima Bean,” the master grunted. “Get your nigger ass outa the kitchen and follow me 
upstairs!”

Lima Bean jumped from her chair.

“Yessum, massa! Is we goin’ to your private bedchambers, massa? Is you gonna fucks de 
shit outa me, massa?”

“Damn right I am!”

Lima Bean yelped as the master grabbed a tuft of nappy hair and dragged her out of the 
kitchen.

“Lawdamercy, massa! Dat sho’ ‘nuff hurt!”

“It’s going to hurt even more when I ram my big white dick up your hole!” the master 
snarled.

Lima Bean knew this was true.

Since she had become a house nigger, she had come to the realization that the master 
hadn’t plucked her from the fields for her cooking skills.

He wanted the little black girl for one thing only:

To fuck her dingy twat as many times as he pleased!

Lima Bean whimpered and wailed as the master dragged her up the stairs.

She knew she couldn’t escape.

She nothing but a worthless nigger slave, after all…


CHAPTER ONE

“Lawdamercy!” the little black girl wailed. “Ain’t nufin’ goin’ on in dese fields but de 
goddamn cotton!”

Dotsy placed her basket of plucked cotton on her hip and stared hard at her sister.

“An’ jest what de fucks you finks s’pose ta be goin’ on in de cotton fields?” she asked. “A 
goddamn hootenanny?! Lawd, Frizzy! You been a nigger slave all your life an’ you still ain’t 
learned de lives o’ nigger slaves be’se nufin’ but cotton, cotton an’ mo’ cotton?!”

Frizzy rolled her eyes and wiped a trickle of sweat from her forehead.

“Ain’t dat de truf!” the slave admitted.

Dotsy considered for a second.

“‘Course,” she considered. “I s’pose dat ain’t entirely de truf.”

“What you be talkin’ ‘bout, Dotsy?” Frizzy wanted to know.

“Well, we niggers gots one mo’ fing in our lifes,” she said.

“An’ jest what dat be’se?” Frizzy wanted to know. “Cain’t fink o’ nufin’ but cotton. ‘Ceptin’ 
maybe bo’ weevils.”

“No,” Dotsy replied. “Dere be’se one mo’ fing. It take up mo’ time dan pickin’ de cotton 
some days.”

“An’ jest de hell can dat be?”

Frizzy scratched her nappy head and looked to her sister for a reply.

Frizzy was younger than Dotsy, o she always looked to her sister to supply her the answers
to the endless questions of life.

Dotsy seemed to know almost everything.

Of course, Mammy knew more than both Dotsy, Frizzy and their younger sister Lima Bean 
combined.

But sometimes Frizzy didn’t like a king Mammy questions.

Mammy was too busy fixing sweet potatoes and hush puppies back in the shed they called
a home to answer Frizzy’s questions.

Besides, Frizzy and Dotsy worked side by side in the cotton fields day after day, so it 
seemed natural that the two girls should chat and discuss the intricacies of life quite 
frequently.

Frizzy stared at her sister, demanding an answer.

She looked her sister up and down.

Dotsy looked as ravishing as a nigger girl in a burlap sack dress could.

An entire morning of plucking in the fields didn’t take away the natural beauty that 
emitted from the gorgeous black slave.

Dotsy pursed her flabby lips.

“Tells me! Tells me!” Frizzy begged. ‘Tells me what be’se de other fing dat takes tip de time 
o’ a po’ nigger girl’s life!”

Dotsy’s nappy head suddenly spun around.

Her eyes lit up with fear.

Fear quickly turned to disgust.

She faced her younger sister once again.

“If’n ya wants ta really knows,” she said. “De answer be’se ridin’ our way even as we be’se 
speakin’!”

Frizzy shielded her eyes from the shimmering summer sun and gazed across the cotton 
fields.

The little girl’s heart raced with fear.

“Lawdamercy!” Frizzy wailed. “It be’se de cap’n! Cap’n Iggerworth! He be ridin’ dis way on 
his big white steed!”

“‘Xactly,” Dotsy replied. “He be’se comin’ dis way fo’ you an’ me. An’ why he be’se ridin’ dis
way, Frizzy?”

Frizzy crouched behind the cotton plants and trembled with fear.

“Git down, Dotsy!” the little black girl hissed. “He be’se ridin’ dis way ‘coz he wants ta fucks
us! He wants ta shoves dat ugly white pole up’n our juicy black holes!”

“Sho’ ‘nuf be’se right ‘bout dat, girl,” Dotsy said, hiding with her sister amongst the leaves 
and cotton buds. “An’ dat be’se de second fing what makes up de life o’ a nigger girl. Takin’ de
white man’s cock up’n our po’ black holes!”

“Lawd!” Frizzy gasped, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets. “Ain’t never thought 
‘bout dat afore, Dotsy! But you be’se right!”

“‘Course I be’se right!” Dotsy spat. “I be’se older’n you, ain’t I?”

“Yep,” Frizzy agreed with a nod of her nappy head. “Ain’t never though o’ it, ‘coz it seem so
natural, like. But we nigger wenches gots ta spread our gangly legs fo’ de cap’n any time he 
be wantin’ a piece o’ brown sugar!”

“Not jest de cap’n,” Dotsy replied. “De massa done took me up ta his private bedchambers
in de big white house an’ done fucks de shit outa me, too.”

“I ain’t never had dat misfortune,” Frizzy replied. “Don’t you act smug, girl,” Dotsy warned. 
“Dat day be’se comin’ soon, mark my words.”

“Hush’ now!” Frizzy hissed. “O’ de cap’n gonna hears us!”

“An’ you be’se still!” Dotsy hissed in reply. “He gonna sees dem damn leaves rustlin’ an’ 
gonna knows we be’se hidin’ from him! Gonna whip our po’ black hides, sho’ as shit!”

Two spindly bodies hugged the dirt as the sound of the hooves quickly approached.

“Where are you niggers?!” the alcohol-tinged voice of Captain Iggerworth rang out. “Get 
your stupid black asses out of the cotton plants! I saw you out here!”

.Dotsy and Frizzy wrapped their gangly arms around each other and shuddered in unison.

“Lawd!” Frizzy hissed to her sister. “Sho’ hopes de cap’n been downin’ cheap gin agin. Den 
he ain’t gonna git offa his horse an’ search through de cotton plants fo’ us!”

“Don’t you bet on dat,” Dotsy hissed in reply. “One time dat ugly ole white trash be’se so 
drunk he ain’t barely able ta gits it up, an’ he done searched in de cotton fields half an’ hour 
fo’ me!”

“Lawd!” Frizzy hissed. “Dat ugly ole fart sho’ ‘nuf be’se horny fo’ black pussy meat! Cain’t 
says I sees de attract-shun, mahse’!”

“Ain’t no tellin’ what kinky sorta thoughts lurks in de evil mind o’ de white folks!” Dotsy 
replied.

She peered through the cotton plants.

As suspected, Captain Iggerworth had dismounted his steed and was searching through 
the cotton plants..

He dug the butt of his bullwhip into the fleshy leaves.

Dotsy looked the man up and down.

She shuddered with disgust.

Not only was Captain Iggerworth white, he was the ugliest human being Dotsy had ever 
set eyes upon in her life.

To call him obese would have been an understatement.

Elephantine would have been a better description.

Captain Iggerworth’s folds of fat strained his grimy cotton shirt.

His buttons seemed ready to pop at any second, so massive was the man’s pot belly.

His face was flat and squashed.

It was a ruddy pink hue.

Captain Iggerworth’s eyes were beady and pig-like.

Dotsy quickly popped her head in the bushes as the man approached their cotton plant.

His walk was unsteady, signifying that he had indulged once again in the cheap liquor all 
overseers seemed so fond of.

The butt of the bullwhip flew through the cotton plants, knocking tiny white buds to the 
dirt.

“Come on, nigger wenches!” Captain Iggerworth snarled. “You can’t hide from me all day! 
And if you hide from me any longer, your punishment is going to be worse! I’m gonna drag 
your stupid black asses into the barn and whip the flesh off your backs before I fuck you!”

Frizzy gasped.

She clutched her sister’s arm, digging her fingernails into the flesh.

“Lawdamercy, Dotsy!” the little girl hissed. “Maybe we shouldn’t hides any longer! I don’t 
want de cap’n ta whips me! I ain’t ever been whips afore! An’ you know Cap’n Iggerworth 
done kilt daddy two years ago when he done gone an got caught stealin’ wat’melon outa de 
massa’s garden patch!”

“Hush your mouf, girl,” Dotsy hissed. “De cap’n ain’t gonna finds us!”

But even as she uttered the words, the butt of the bullwhip suddenly smacked Dotsy 
across the skull. Dotsy yelped in pain and tumbled to the dirt. “A-HAH!” Captain Iggerworth 
wailed in triumph. “Found you, you silly nigger whore!”

Captain Iggerworth’s hands shot out.

He grabbed the girl’s arms and hauled her off the ground.

Dotsy wailed and begged for mercy.

“NO! No, CAP’N! NO!!” Dotsy shrieked. “DON’T WHIPS ME! DON’T LET DAT OLE BULLWHIP
TOUCHES MAH PO’ BLACK HIDE!!”

SMACK!!

Dotsy yelped as the man dealt her a savage blow across the face with the back of his hand.

“Hush up, nigger girl!” Captain Iggerworth growled. “Quit your squealing! Like a goddamn 
Pig!”

“Least I only sounds like one!” Dotsy wailed.

She shrieked as Captain Iggerworth clamped his fingers around her wrists and tugged her 
face up to his own.

“And just what is that supposed to mean, whore?!” Captain Iggerworth brayed.

Dotsy knew she was already in trouble.

The little slave girl decided she might as well insult the overseer.

He was going to whip her anyway.

She didn’t have much to loose.

So Dotsy looked the man up and down.

She stared in disgust at his bulging stomach.

Captain Iggerworth’s pot belly hung over his belt and swayed back forth between them.

“I means, I may sounds like a pig, but I sho’ as hell don’t looks like one!” Dotsy wailed.

Frizzy threw her hand over her mouth and huddled under the cotton plants.

Her body shuddered with silent mirth.

She was terrified the white man might find her, but Frizzy had to admit her sister’s 
comment was hilarious.

Good old Dotsy!

She was as sassy as she was intelligent!

“Impudent nigger wench!” Captain Iggerworth shouted, enraged. “Just for that, I’m going 
to deal you another blow across that coal-colored face of yours!”

“NO, CAP’N! NO!!” Dotsy wailed.

SMACK!

“Yeow!”

SMACK!!

“OUCH!”

SMACK!!

Dotsy tumbled to the dirt with the force of the blows.

Captain Iggerworth threw back his ugly head and guffawed with laughter.

Cruel laughter.

Ugly laughter.

Laughter just as ugly as the man from whence it came.

“Next time, it ain’t going to be my hand that hits you!” Captain Iggerworth promised. “It’s 
gonna be this thing!”

He menacingly wielded the whip over his head.

Dotsy winced and rubbed her tingling face.

Captain Iggerworth loved to beat the niggers senseless.

But the niggers were used to it.

A few savage smacks across the face wasn’t going to do much to daunt their sassiness.

Dotsy sneered up at the man that towered over her.

“What’s de matter, fatso?” Dotsy demanded to know. “Cain’t finds any white whore foolish 
enuf ta fucks you, so ya gots ta go after po’ defenseless niggers like me an’ mah sistuh?”

In the fields, Frizzy stifled a gasp of dismay.

She had been hoping Captain Iggerworth would forget all about her.

But with Dotsy’s comment, Captain Iggerworth suddenly remembered there was another 
young negro wench hidden in the cotton fields.

“Where is she?!” the man bellowed. “Where the hell is that stupid nigger whore?!”

WHACK!!

Dotsy groaned as the man dealt her a brutal kick in the stomach.

She moaned and rolled over in the dirt.

WHACK!!

Dotsy shrieked as the man’s boot lashed out at her back.

She shook her nappy head and looked up at the man.

She begged with her eyes.

Then she begged with her mouth.

“Pl-please, cap’n,” the girl sobbed, tears pouring down her face. “Please don’t kicks me 
know more!”

“Then tell me where your stupid sister is, nigger!” Captain Iggerworth demanded.

“Frizzy!” Dotsy wailed. “Frizzy! Git your black ass outa them cotton plants afore de cap’n 
hits me agin! Please, Frizzy!”

Frizzy had no choice but to obey.

The little nigger girl scrambled thought the dirt and stood up before the overseer.

“There you are,” Captain Iggerworth growled, a horny grin on his face.

“Y-yessum, cap’n,” Frizzy gulped.

She stared at the man and shuddered with fear.

Frizzy knew she was going to get fucked.

She was a young girl, but she already knew about the passions that burned in the white 
mans’ loins.

Wicked, sinful passions.

Captain Iggerworth forgot all about Dotsy laying in the dirt.

The fuck-starved overseer was hot and horny for young nigger twat meat.

Frizzy’s nigger twat meat!

Captain Iggerworth’s plump fingers grasped Frizzy’s maidenly shoulders.

He threw himself on her squirming body.

They tumbled to the ground beside Dotsy.

Dotsy continued to massage her battered limbs.

She stared in horror as the overseer attacked her young sisters.

But what could Dotsy do?

Nothing.

The white man could do as he pleased with their young black bodies.

They were nigger slaves, after all.

Put on the earth so service white folk.

Frizzy shrieked as the heavy tonnage of Captain Iggerworth’s corpulent, greasy form 
knocked the wind out of her.

He shoved his filthy tongue down Frizzy’s gasping throat.

He dug around the oral cavity, smacking his lips at the taste of hot nigger meat.

“Oh, yeah!” Captain Iggerworth grunted. “I ain’t had you in a few days! I’m sure ready for 
you hot nigger box!”

Frizzy was pinned between the dirt of the cotton field row and the odorous, portly form of 
the overseer.

She wrinkled her flat nose in distaste.

The smell of cheap alcohol mingled with week-old sweat made the nigger girl nauseous.

Frizzy could feel the captain’s thick, fat pole pressing against her taut stomach.

Soon that disgusting cock would be ravaging her cunt as it had so many times before!

Captain Iggerworth’s plump hands flew from Frizzy’s shoulders and reached down to tug 
off the flimsy burlap sack the girl wore as a dress.

The burlap that covered Frizzy’s curvaceous, nubile Negroid flesh.

Captain Iggerworth’s hands slid up Frizzy’s dress.

He fondled the wench’s inner thighs with crude, gawky squeezed.

Frizzy winced.

The tongue continued to invade her gasping gullet.

Soon the lust-hungry hands had hiked her dress over her waist.

Dotsy wriggled uncomfortably as her firm, smooth ass was shoved into clumps of dry clay 
and dirt.

Captain Iggerworth slid his fetid tongue out from between Frizzy’s thick lips and looked 
down at his victim’s prized hole.

Frizzy’s ebony thighs glistened under the summer sun.

Her pussy was hidden under a thick bush of kinky, black pubic hair.

Captain Iggerworth could make out the mounds that indicated the entrance to Frizzy’s 
tunnel of delights.

“Yeah!” the man said with a sneer. “You got one hell of a nice pussy, bitch!”

His fat fingers reached down and began to pinch and nip her flesh.

Frizzy shrieked and wailed like a wild animal.

“Shove dat damn fing up mah hole! Git dis torture over wif, so’se I can git mah cotton 
picked!” she squealed.

Captain Iggerworth grinned sardonically.

“I knew you liked my big white cock all the time, nigger!” he said.

“I HATES IT! I HATES IT!” Frizzy wailed. “BUT I GOTS TA GIT BACK TA WORK!”

“Dis be’se downright awful!” Dotsy moaned. “I cain’t takes dis no mo’!”

Her battered body rocked back and forth in dismay on the dirt.

She held her nappy head in her hands.

Captain Iggerworth ignored the comment and continued with the task at hand.

His cock throbbed painfully in the crotch of his riding britches.

That big white dick was horny for hot fuck action.

Hot rape action.

Captain Iggerworth wanted to rape the hell out of Frizzy’s twat!

He reached down and undid his britches.

His hand slid into the dank depths of his crotch.

Captain Iggerworth wrapped his fingers around the base of his fuck pole.

The fat overseer tugged his dick out of his britches.

Frizzy shrieked with disgust as she stared at the pink, fat dick in the man’s hand.

“NO! NO, CAP’N!” the nigger wench wailed. “Don’t fucks me! Please don’t fucks me!”

But Frizzy was going to get fucked if she wanted it or not.

Captain Iggerworth chuckled.

“Hush up, nigger!” he warned. “Or I’ll flip your miserable body around and ram my cock up
your ass!”

Frizzy immediately fell silent.

Captain Iggerworth poised the bulbous head of his dick at the entrance to the girl’s fuck 
canal.

He took a deep breath.

WHAM!!

Dotsy watched in horror as Captain Iggerworth impaled the girl on the end of his cock.

Ten thick inches of white fuck flesh disappeared up Frizzy’s tiny hole.

Frizzy shrieked as if she had been attacked by a red-hot poker.

Suddenly, Dotsy could take the horrible rape scene no longer.

“I cain’t watches dis!” the girl wailed.

She picked up her bushel of cotton and began to run through the fields.

“Where do you think you’re going?” demanded the firm, harsh voice of a white man.

Dotsy spun around.

The second highest, second most ugly, second most horny overseer of the plantation 
appeared two feet away from her amongst the cotton plants that waved gently in the delicate 
breeze.

“Cap’n Mommerton!” Dotsy gasped. “I gots ta git my cotton picked, but I jest cain’t does it
when Cap’n Iggerworth be’se fuckin’ mah lil sistuh in de next row!”

Captain Mommerton’s eyes swept over Dotsy’ rich, chocolate skin.

He licked his lips as he checked out the slave girl’s huge, bouncing breasts.

Dotsy noticed the gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes.

“Lawdamercy!” she wailed. “As if we niggers ain’t gots enuf work ta does! We gots ta slave 
in de fields from sunup ta sundown! Not only dat, we nigger wenches gots ta spreads our legs
and takes ugly, smelly white dicks up’n our po’ black twats as well! Lawdamercy! Ain’t you 
white folks gots better fings ta does wif your time? I swears, de evil o’ Lucifer be’se burnin’ in 
your souls!”

“Shut your trap, bitch!” Captain Mommerton snarled. “You’re getting a bit too big for your 
burlap sack! Just like that loudmouthed sister of yours!” He began to unbutton his britches.

“I don’t give a damn about the troubles of niggers,” the man said. “All I care about is a bit 
of hot, tight nigger twat when I want it.”

Dotsy threw her basket to the ground.

Cotton buds tumbled to the dirt.

The little nigger girl placed her hands on her hips.

“An’ I s’pose you be’se wantin’ some nigger twat at dis very moment?” she said, rolling her
eyes to the heavens.

“Damn right!” Captain Iggerworth said with a horny grin.

His hand slid into his britches.

“Lawd saves me from de evil ways o’ de white folk!” Dotsy sighed.

And from somewhere beneath the waving sea of cotton plants came little Frizzy’s cry: 
“NOOO! NOOO, CAP’N! DAT FAT COCK SHO’ DO BURN MAH LI L NIGGER HOLE! NOOO!!”

Captain Mommerton grinned with fuck-hungry heat.

“Get your ass over here now, I say!” Captain Mommerton demanded.

Dotsy shuffler; dejectedly towards the cock that hung stiff and proud between the white 
man’s legs.

Dotsy had be n fucked by the overseer many times.

Her Negroid ribs shuddered at the through of submitting her nubile delights to the sleazy 
white man’s sexual desires one more time.

But she had no choice but to obey.

“You wants me ta suck your cock?” Dotsy dejectedly asked. “O’ ya wants ta fucks me?”

Dotsy had been toiling under the sun for many hours now.

She just wanted to get the abuse of her young body over with as soon as possible.

And that meant that she was going to go through the motions without any protest.

“Suck my cock, nigger,” Captain Mommerton demanded. “I like the feel of those thick 
black lips wrapped around my big white dick.”

“Yessum, Cap’n Mommerton,” Dotsy sighed.





CHAPTER TWO


Dotsy got on her hands and knees before the ugly white overseer.

Captain Mommerton’s cock was bobbing lewdly inches before her parting lips.

The young slave girls opened her mouth as far as she possibly could.

She had taken Captain Mommerton’s cock down her throat many times in the past five 
years.

So she knew that the man was incredibly well hung.

And she knew she would have to really stretch those floppy lips of hers in order to take 
the entire throbbing member into her mouth.

As the shrieks and squeals of her younger sister echoed through the air, Dotsy took 
Captain Mommerton’s thick white tool into her moist oral cavern.

Captain Mommerton’s firm hands grabbed Dotsy’s skull.

He thrust his hips forward while impaling the girl on his shaft.

Dotsy grunted.

She felt like gagging.

But the young negress was an expert at sucking cock.

If she wasn’t being forced to suck the cock of Captain Mommerton or Captain Iggerworth 
or even Master Grant-Willows, she always had her big, bulky lover Bugaboo to service.

And Bugaboo’s black cock certainly was a monster!

Dotsy ran her tongue along the thickly-veined shaft of the sweaty overseer’s excited fuck 
shaft.

Her tongue ran around the blood-engorged dickhead that had just been forced into her 
mouth.

She licked at the white man’s cockhead with ever-decreasing circles.

Finally, her talented tongue came to rest at the tiny piss-slit that graced the tip of the cock.

Dotsy dug tenderly into the miniscule chute.

Captain Mommerton grunted in delight.

“Yeah, nigger bitch!” he groaned. “You sure can suck a white man’s cock!”

Under the hot, shining sun, the homely overseer found that sweat began to drip down his 
corpulent form in soaking streams.

He tugged at Dotsy’s bobbing head.

He pulled at her nappy hair.

He thrust his hips forward.

His cock disappeared between the slave girl’s thick lips.

She took the entire shaft down her gullet.

She sucked.

She slurped.

Dotsy worked that damn shaft the best way she knew how!

She wanted Captain Mommerton to be so turned on by her cock-sucking action that he 
would spill his load down her throat as quickly as possible so that she could continued to pick 
cotton in the plantation fields.

Captain Mommerton’s already rather ugly face was screwed up in a grotesque display of 
rapture.

His big boots were spread apart and dug into the clumps of dirt and grime.

His hips thrust .forward.

His balls swung heartily under Dotsy’s bobbing head.

Captain Mommerton gasped.

He pumped his cock deep down Dotsy’s gasping gullet.

The nigger girl’s spit drenched his cock.

She clamped down upon his thick, pink shaft with her big negro lips.

She slurped that fat white man’s cock.

Suddenly, Captain Mommerton’s entire body tensed.

His muscles grew taut.

His face was strained.

The big white man could feel jism bubbling up in his heavy, wrinkled sacs.

He was going to shoot his load!

He was about to empty his come deep down the throat of the little nigger slave!

“Shit!” Captain Mommerton gasped. “Can’t hold out much longer! I’m gonna shoot my 
wad, little nigger girl!”

These panted words were, of course, magic to Dotsy’s ears.

The sooner she satisfied the fat overseer, the better!

Dotsy hollowed out her cheeks and sucked that thick white shaft as she had never sucked 
before.

Captain Mommerton smacked her chin with his swinging balls.

He pounded his rod as brutally down her gasping throat as he possibly could.

He loved to treat those niggers rough!

They deserved to be handled like the lower animals they were!

Without warning, Captain Mommerton screamed like a Neanderthal and began to pump 
his thick, streaming come deep down Dotsy’s gulping throat.

Dotsy gurgled down every last drop of that white man’s jism.

How she hated the taste!

But the shrewd nigger girl would rather drink down all the come than to be forced to lick it
from her chin and breasts!

Captain Mommerton kept shooting his sperm down Dotsy’s throat.

He had quite a reserve of the creamy stuff; the obese overseer hadn’t gotten his rocks off 
with a slave girl in the past three days.

Dotsy finally licked her lips clean.

Captain Mommerton had finished shooting his come.

His supply was depleted.

His cock slid out of Dotsy’s mouth.

It was still dripping with the nigger’s spit.

A tiny dewdrop of come rested at the tip of his hole.

“Lick that off, nigger,” he demanded.

Dotsy did as she was told.

Her tongue darted out and she lapped up the tiny pool of jism that rested on the 
overseer’s throbbing cock.

Captain Mommerton’s dick soon began to shrink.

He shoved it back in his pants and buttoned them up.

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Now get your stupid coon ass back to work!”

“Yessum, Cap’n Mommerton,” Dotsy muttered.

She could still sense the sour taste of the ugly man’s come on her tongue.

But at least the horrible ordeal was over.

Frizzy, however, still seemed to be under the command of Captain Iggerworth a few rows 
over.

The young nigger’s cries of torment rang out through the cotton fields.

Captain Mommerton sniggered.

“Sounds like your sister is getting a real working-over by Captain Iggerworth’s big cock!” 
he chortled.

Dotsy glared at the man.

She got up from her knees and wandered weakly off in the direction of her half-filled 
basket of cotton.

“Don’t care what de white man do anyway,” she muttered to herself. “Dey be’se de devil in 
disguise!”

Captain Mommerton’s guffaws of laughter mingled with Frizzy’s wails for help.

“LAWD!! LAWD HE’P ME!!” the young slave girl screamed as Captain Iggerworth’s cock slid 
in and out of her dripping, ravaged twat. “SHOOTS YOUR LOAD!! I GOTS TA GIT MY COTTON 
PICKS!!

LAWDIE!!

LAWDIE!!

LLLAAAWWDDDIIEE!! DAT BIG WHITE STICK SHO’ NUFF HURT MAH PO’ BLACK HOLE!!”

“Hush your trap, nigger!” Captain Iggerworth growled.

His flabby ass bobbed up and down as he pounded his shaft with brutal force between the
dainty brown pussy lips.

His butt dripped with sweat.

His breathing was deep and labored.

Captain Iggerworth’s plump Angers dug into Frizzy’s ebony skin.

He groped lewdly at her young breasts.

He shoved his tongue savagely down her throat.

His cock Taped that black cunt as barbarically as the laws of nature would allow.

Frizzy continued to wail and shriek.

Her loins ached.

Her boobs were seeped in anguish.

The little slave girl was totally miserable.

Captain Iggerworth, however, was enjoying himself immensely.

He grinned with a row of yellow teeth every time he thrust his cock into the deep, moist 
walls lined with mucous resin.

“SHIT!” the ugly man wailed. “I can’t hold out much longer, nigger wench!”

Frizzy rose her hips to meet Captain Iggerworth’s strokes.

She tightened her pussy lips and clamped down upon the thrusting shaft.

If Captain Iggerworth was ready to come, she was going to do everything in her power to 
speed up the process!

Captain Iggerworth puffed and panted.

And suddenly his moment was upon him.

His hot jism squirted from his plummeting member and cascaded with all the force of a 
broken damn deep into the vaginal cavity of the young nigger girl.

Frizzy’s ass bobbed all over the dirt and filth of the cotton field.

She milked every last drop of steaming jism from Captain Iggerworth’s cock.

It poured like a fountain into her cunt.

It whitewashed the walls of her battered pussy.

And finally Captain Iggerworth had had his fill.

The flabby, sweaty man pulled his cock out of the tight black cunt.

He collapsed next to Frizzy near the tall row of cotton plants.

“Shit, girl!” the man gasped. “You ain’t never worked my dick like that before!”

“Cain’t I git mah clothes on an’ git back ta work?” Frizzy demanded to know.

Captain Iggerworth nodded.

“HALLELUJAH!” the little slave girl wailed.

She jumped for her burlap sack.

Captain Iggerworth thrust his cock back into his britches.

“See that you get that basket filled before sundown,” Captain Iggerworth grunted. “Or I’m 
gonna drag your lazy black ass into the barn and whip the flesh off it!”

“Yessum, cap’n,” Frizzy said with a gulp.

The little girl reached for her basket of cotton buds.

Captain Iggerworth mounted his steed as the girl began to pluck as fast as humanly 
possible.

Captain Iggerworth rode off into the distance.

Frizzy heaved a sigh of relief.

The little girl’s twat ached, but her heart raced with delight.

The brutal fuck action was over!

As she picked, Frizzy’s eyes spanned the cotton fields for her sister’s nappy head.

“Dotsy!” she called. “Dotsy! Where you be, girl?”

Dotsy suddenly materialized from the end of the cotton row.

Her basket was under her arm.

“Dere you be’se!” Frizzy said. “An’ jest where de hell you gone while de cap’n fucks me?! 
Fanks fo’ leavin’ me all alone under de mercy o’ de white man!”

“Frizzy, I is sorry,” Dotsy said. “But it were hell watchin’ dat ugly ole fart shove his dick up’n 
your cute black hole.”

“Dat don’t makes me feel any better,” Frizzy said with a pout.

“You can git dat look offa your face,” Dotsy said. “‘Coz as I be’se runnin’ away from here, 
Cap’n Mommerton done caught me an’ force his cock down mah throat!”

Frizzy giggled.

“Sees?” she said. “De Lawd gone got you fo’ leavin’ me all on mah lonesome!”

“De Lawd ain’t got shit ta does wif it,” Dotsy replied knowingly. “It be’se de devil. It be’se 
de evil o’ Lucifer hisse’f dat bums between de legs o’ de white man!”

“You sho’ as hell be’se right ‘bout dat!” Frizzy said. “Jest like you is right ‘bout everfing else.
We po’ nigger wenches ain’t got nufin’ in our pitiful lil lives but de cotton an’ de cocks of 
white folks!”

“Ain’t dat the truf!” Dotsy said.

Her fingers began to pluck as quickly as her sisters’.

*

“Howdy, mammy,” Frizzy said. “We’se done wif de cotton fo’ today.”

She collapsed on the log the slave family used as a sofa.

“Lazy nigger wench!” her mother chastised. “What de hell you finks you be’se doin’, passin’
out on de sofa like dat?”

“Sorry, mammy,” Dotsy said. “But I finks I is gonna joins her.”

Mammy shook her massive head.

Her sagging jowls swayed from side to side.

Mammy was almost as fat as Captain Iggerworth and Captain Mommerton combined.

This was due, of course, to the hush puppies and grits she consumed almost constantly.

There had been a time many, many (many) years earlier when Mammy had been as svelte 
and attractive as her daughters.

Master Grant-Willows had forced her into his private bed chambers at least three times a 
week and ravaged her tight hole.

But years of living the pitiful life of a nigger had made the woman eat and eat.

Food had become an escape.

And Mammy’s once-slim body had swelled to enormous proportions.

Dotsy fell on the log next to her sister and sighed with relief.

Mammy-glared at them both.

“When I be’se your age an’ I done come back from de fields,” Mammy said. “De work ain’t 
finished. I had ta helps mah mammy in de kitchen wif de supper! De Lawd don’t abide by 
laziness!”

“Shee-it, Mammy!” Dotsy gasped. “Have mercy on our po’ nigger souls! We done had ta 
service Captain Iggerworth an’ Captain Mommerton dis afternoon.”

Mammy wailed with grief, her anger suddenly forgotten.

“Agin?!” the woman shrieked.

Dotsy and Frizzy solemnly nodded their nappy heads.

“Agin!” they chorused in reply.

“Lawdamercy!” Mammy wailed, throwing her hands in the air. “When de hell de evil ways 
o’ de white folk gonna stops?”

“Dey ain’t never gonna stops,” Dotsy said with a sigh.

“Dis be’se de plight o’ de nigger wench,” Frizzy said. “Pickin’ in de fields all day long, 
gettin’ fucks wif ugly ole white cocks…”

“Hush your mouf, girl!” Mammy warned, waving the piece of wood she used as a spatula 
in Frizzy’s direction. “Where you hear talk like dat, girl?”

“Dotsy done tole me,” Frizzy admitted.

Dotsy kicked her sister’s ankle.

“Tattletale!” she snapped.

“Knows-it-all!” Frizzy snapped in reply.

Mammy sighed and wrung her hands.

“I s’pose she be right, though,” the old negress said. “I ‘members when I be’se young and I 
done dream night after night o’ escapin’ from de horrors o’ de white man. I be’se ole an’ grey 
now-”

“An’ fat!” Frizzy said with a giggle.

“An’ fat,” Mammy admitted with a nod of the head. “An’ dat day o’ rest still ain’t come!”

“Mammy,” Frizzy said with a sigh. “When de Lawd gonna rides his chariot o’ fire through 
de sky an’ takes us to de land o’ milk an’ honey?”

“Chile, ya gots ta wait fo’ nature ta takes it’s course,” Mammy said. “De Lawd gonna takes 
you away from dis misery when you be’se good an’ ready. Ya cain’t hurry de ways o’ de Lawd.”

“S’pose not, mammy,” Frizzy said dejectedly. “S’pose he got mo’ impo’tant fings da does 
dan ta worries ‘bout po’ nigger wenches like me an’ Dotsy.”

“Mammy,” Dotsy said. “Do you finks de Lawd fo’ niggers is de same Lawd as fo’ white 
folks?” Mammy stared, slightly taken aback.

She had never known intelligent Dotsy to ask her a question.

And what a question she had chosen!

Mammy thought for a few seconds.

Finally, she replied.

She shook her fat head.

“De white folk ain’t got no Lawd,” Mammy decided. “Dey be’se under de spell o’ de devil! 
Under de spell o’ Lucifer hisse’f!”

Mammy turned and waddled back to the section of the shack the niggers called the 
kitchen.

She lifted up a pot that bubbled on the stove.

“Smell dem grits, girls!”-she said, trying to lift her daughters’ spirits. “Ain’t dey smell 
great?”

“No,” Frizzy said with a pout. “I is sick an’ tired o’ eatin’ dem damn grits!”

“Me, too!” Dotsy echoed.

Mammy glared at the girls.

“Lissen here, chilluns!” she snapped. “Jest ‘coz you done work all day in de fields an’ done 
got your black holes fucks by big white cocks, dat don’t give you de right ta pokes fun at your 
mammy’s cooking! You girls be gittin’ too sassy fo’ your own good!”

“But mammy!” Dotsy implored. “Ain’t Lima Bean gone an’ sneaked us somefing from de 
massa’s kitchen?”

Lima Bean had been plucked from the fields to replace a kitchen slave that had been 
whipped to death a few months earlier.

Mammy shook her head.

“No,” she said firmly. “You know your sistuh put her life on de line every time she sneak a 
morsel o’ bread outa de massa’s kitchen. So don’t be expectin’ dem luxuries every evenin’ fo’ 
supper.”

Dotsy and Frizzy scowled.

“I is shocked at you, Dotsy!” Mammy said. “An’ you is s’posed ta be’se de intelligent chile 
in de family!”

“If’n I is so smart,” Dotsy said. “How come I ain’t in de kitchen o’ de big house along wif 
Lime Bean? O’ how come I ain’t in de land o’ milk an’ honey wif de Lawd?”

Mammy admitted she didn’t have an answer to those questions.

“Git your asses over to de table,” Mammy said. “I ain’t no nigger slave fo’ your two girls. 
You gotta come to de table no matter how tired you is.” Mammy took out three slabs of wood
the niggers used as plates and slopped grits on each of diem.

Dotsy and Frizzy moaned as they got up from the sofa.

They shuffled to the table and sat down on the crates they used as chairs.

Frizzy wrinkled her nose with distaste as her mother placed the plate of grits before her.

“I ain’t gonna likes eatin’ dis,” she complained. “Spoiled brats!” Mammy exclaimed. “Dat 
be’se what you is an’ nufin’ more! Spoiled black brats!”

“We cain’t he’p it,” Dotsy said, eyeing her plate with disgust. “Dem scraps Lima Bean bring 
from de massa’s kitchen be’se mighty tasty.”

Mammy sat down at the table and glared at her daughter.

“Ain’t you forgotten dat your pappy done got whipped to death fo’ stealin’ wat’melon 
outa de massa’s patch?”

“How de hell is I gonna fergit dat?” Dotsy wondered. “You tells us every evenin’ ‘bout dis 
time.”

“I is sorry,” Mammy replied with a little sigh. “But I jest cares to much ‘bout you girls. I jest 
don’t wants ya ta git any foolish notions inta your nappy heads.”

“Foolish notions?” Frizzy asked twirling her fork into her grits. “Foolish notions ‘bout 
what?”

“‘Bout sneakin’ over to de big house, knockin’ on de window an’ beggin’ your sistuh ta 
passes de massa’s scraps through de window.”

“But Mammy!” Frizzy exclaimed. “You know we done gone an’ done dat last week! We 
done got a goose an’ some sweet taters! Best meal we done had in weeks!”

“Yes,” Mammy said. “An’ a few more meals like dat, de massa gonna find out an’ I is gonna 
finds myse’f wifout three daughters!”

“Mammy, I guesses you really loves us an’ cares fo’ us,” Dotsy said.

Mammy nodded her fat head.

“Dat be’se de truf,” she said. “I loves you chilluns an’ prays fo’ a better life every night. Now
eats your grits.”

“Okay, mammy,” Dotsy and Frizzy said in unison.

They dug into the lumpy messes t I their plates and gulped down the grits.

Dotsy grimaced.

Frizzy gagged.

Mammy sighed.

“It ain’t dat bad,” she said.

Mammy took a spoonful of her homemade grits.

She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and gulped the mess down.

“Mebbe I done lost my touch at fixin’ grits,” the woman admitted.

Dotsy and Frizzy giggled.

“Dat means we ain’t gotta eat dem?” Dotsy asked eagerly.

“You don’t has ta eat dem,” Mammy said. “But I ain’t got nufin’ else fo’ you ta eat. An’ you 
sho’ ‘nuf needs ta keeps your strength up fo’ all dat cotton pickin’ an’ fuckin’ ya gots ta does!”

“Mammy,” Dotsy said. “Lets us sneak up ta de kitchen window o’ de big house!”

“NO!” Mammy said firmly.

Frizzy and Dotsy pouted.

“Please, mammy!” Frizzy implored, pushing away her wooden plate. “I is hungry, but I jest 
cain’t eat dem grits! Dey tastes like muck!”

“Please, mammy!” Dotsy wailed. “We’se smart niggers! We ain’t ever got caught! We can 
git Lima Bean ta throws us some chicken wings an’ biscuits outa de kitchen window!”

“Please!” Frizzy wailed once again.

Mammy sighed.

She herself had to admit the stolen scraps of goose and fritters had-tasted mighty fine.

Mammy pushed her plate away firom the table.

“Okay,” she said. “But you girls better watches yourselves. I is gonna kills ya if de massa 
catches ya!”

“No, mammy,” Dotsy corrected. “You ain’t gonna kills us! De massa gonna kills us!”

Mammy rolled her eyes to the heavens.

“Git your black asses in gear,” she said. “De sun gone down already. Hopefully de massa 
an’ Missy Amelia be’se in bed. Mebbe dey ain’t gonna sees ya.”

“HALLELUJAH!” Frizzy and Dotsy wailed.

They got up from the kitchen table and shuffled out of the shack.





CHAPTER THREE


Master Grant Willows and Missy Amelia had, indeed, turned in early for the night.

Their horny young son, however, had decided to stay up.

For the past eight nights in a row, hunky Bradford Grant-Willows had snuck into the 
kitchen for a piece of Lima Bean’s hot black twat.

He knew his mother and father would be shocked and horrified to learn of their son’s 
vulgar activities.

Not that Master Grant-Willows or Missy Amelia had never had a bit of black ass for 
themselves; they both plucked niggers from the fields and forced them to service their 
fuck-hungry bodies.

But Bradford was rather young to have sex.

Both his parents thought their son was a virgin.

Little did the plantation owners realize, Bradford Grant-Willows had been sneaking hefty 
helpings of brown sugar ever since he had reached puberty!

Fanny the black cook had just waddled down the hall to the servants quarters when 
Bradford Grant-Willows swaggered into the kitchen.

Lima Bean looked up from the zucchini she had been chopping when Bradford 
Grant-Willows walked in.

A smile crossed the black girl’s features.

She would never have admitted it to Mammy, Dotsy or Frizzy, but Lima Bean desperately 
loved the well-hung white boy.

Well, not actually loved him.

Like every nigger in the pre-Civil War south (and most after the war… Lima Bean hated 
white folks.

But she had to admit the sight of young Bradford Grant-Willows’s throbbing tool send 
spasms of delight coursing through her pelvis.

“Howdy, massa Bradford,” Lima Bean granted. “Is you comin’ down fo’ your nightly piece 
o’ black ass?”

“You bet I am!” Bradford Grant-Willows granted.

The handsome young man smiled his arrogant smile.

“But tonight we’re going to do it a bit differently,” he said.

Lima Bean’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You mean you ain’t gonna takes me over de kitchen table like you usually does, massa?” 
the negress inquired.

Bradford Grant-Willows shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Tonight, I want you to come up to my private bedchambers.”

Lima Bean gasped in disbelief.

“Your bedchambers?!” she gasped. “Why, I ain’t never even been on de second floor o’ de 
big house, let alone in your bed chambers, massa!’

“There’s always a first time for everything,” Bradford Grant-Willows replied.

He grabbed the nigger wench by the arm and dragged her from the kitchen table.

Lima Bean yelped.

“Ouch, massa! You be hurtin’ me!” Lima Bean complained.

“Hush up, nigger!” Bradford Grant-Willows snarled. “You know it’ll hurt even more when I 
ram my dick up your hole!”

“You sho’ ‘nuff be’se right about dat, massa!” Lima Bean replied. “Ain’t never felt pain like 
de pain you gives me afore!”

Bradford Grant-Willows chuckled.

“That’s what all the niggers say,” he replied. “As big as black men are supposed to be, they 
still find my jumbo dong somewhat of a surprise!”

Bradford Grant-Willows pulled Lima Bean out of the kitchen and down the hall to the 
parlor staircase.

His cock throbbed hungrily in his britches.

“Ooow, massa!” Lima Bean breathed. “I is so excited!”

“Don’t get your burlap sack in a twist,” Bradford Grant-Willows suggested. “You’re certainly
not going to spend the night in my bed or anything. I’m going to give you a quick fuck, then 
dump you out. You still have things to do in the kitchen, I suppose?”

“Oh, yessum, massa! Yessum!” Lima Bean breathed. “A kitchen nigger’s work ain’t never 
done, massa!”

“But I see that fat slob Fanny took it upon herself to turn in,” Bradford Grant-Willows said.

“Oh, yessum, massa!” Lima Bean said. “But she be an ole nigger an’ ain’t got much energy 
left in her bones.”

“Hmm,” Bradford Grant-Willows replied thoughtfully. “I’ll be sure to tell Papa that. Maybe 
we’ll take her to the barn and shoot her if she’s no longer productive.”

Lima Bean had no idea what productive meant, but she certainly knew what the first part 
of the sentence meant.

The girl trembled with fear.

“No, massa! No!” Lima Bean wailed. “You cain’t kill Fanny jest ‘coz she be old! Dat ain’t de 
way o’ de Lawd!”

“I don’t give a shit about the Lord!” Bradford Grant-Willows snapped. “I just care about 
niggers living off us white folks-their masters! Now hush up! We’ll be passing Mama and 
Papa’s bedchambers shortly.”

Lima Bean gulped and fell silent.

She stared in awe at the luxury of the upstairs hallways.

She gazed up at the portraits of Grants and Willows and Grant-Willows that lined the walls.

Her bare feet padded along the plush carpet that lined the floor.

Lima Bean thought how wonderful it must be to be a white folk.

She thought how wonderful Bradford Grant-Willows’s white cock would feel up her tight 
black twat.

Bradford Grant-Willows reached his bedroom door and threw it open.

He pushed Lima Bean inside.

Lima Bean gazed in wonder at the four-poster bed.

She stared at the expensive do-hickies that lined Bradford Grant-Willows’s mantelpiece.

“Lawdy, massa! You sho’ does live nice!” Lima Bean gasped.

“Of course I live nice,” Bradford Grant-Willows snapped. “I’m white, aren’t!?”

Lima Bean gave the boy’s flesh a quick inspection.

“Yessum, massa,” she finally decided. “You sho’ ‘nuff be’se white!”

“And hung like a nigger!” Bradford Grant-Willows said.

He threw back his head and guffawed with arrogant laughter.

Lima Bean didn’t know if she were allowed to laugh with the boy.

She was so intimidated by the master’s bedchambers.

She had to watch her step.

Bradford Grant-Willows was very moody and might smack her across the face for the most
ridiculous reasons.

Lima Bean stared down at her bare feet.

“Look up at me, nigger,” Bradford Grant-Willows demanded once he had sobered.

Lima Bean’s eyes shot upwards.

She stared at the master.

“Yessum?” the nigger wench inquired.

“Take out my cock and wrap your lips around it,” Bradford Grant-Willows demanded.

“Yessum, massa.”

Good little nigger that she was, Lima Bean did as instructed.

Her hands shot forward.

She lunged for Bradford Grant-Willows’s crotch.

Already the girl could make out the hose-like bulge of the master’s cock.

As usual, the hose snaked down Bradford Grant-Willows’s left leg.

Lima Bean undid the buttons to the master’s buttons with a deftness she had put to use in 
the cotton fields.

She slid her spindly fingers into the moist heat beyond.

Bradford Grant-Willows thrust his hips forward.

“Grapple my cock and pull it out,” Bradford Grant-Willows demanded.

Lima Bean didn’t know what grapple meant, but she slid her fingers around the base of 
Bradford Grant-Willows’s pole and gave it a quick tug.

Bradford Grant-Willows moaned with delight as his cock popped into the open.

“On your knees,” he instructed. “And suck my cock!”

“Yessum, massa!”

Lima Bean fell to her knees before the master.

Her coal-colored face darted forward.

She stared in delight as the master’s massive tool.

It was indeed a beauty to behold.

There it stood, stiff and proud between the master’s legs.

Ten thick inches of white cockflesh.

Ready to be sucked.

Lima Bean slipped her fingers into the master’s britches once again.

She wrapped her fingers around the beefy nuts that hung between Bradford 
Grant-Willows’s thighs.

Lima Bean tugged the balls out of her master’s britches.

They flopped out, smacking against his legs.

“Go ahead, nigger!” Bradford Grant-Willows snarled. “I’m getting impatient!”

Lima Bean didn’t know the meaning of impatient, but she didn’t want the master to be 
anything he didn’t want to be.

“Yessum, massa!” the nigger wench gulped.

Her head darted forward.

Lima Bean gobbled down the master’s cock.

Bradford Grant-Willows swiveled his young hips and impaled the nigger girl’s head on his 
cock.

Ten thick inches of white cockflesh plunged past Lima Bean’s floppy lips.

Rammed into her mouth.

Popped down her throat.

Lima Bean fought off the urge to gag.

Bradford Grant-Willows pumped his cock in and out of the nigger’s mouth.

His face lit up with delight.

Bradford Grant-Willows wrapped his fingers around Lima Bean’s nappy head and held the 
girl in place between his legs.

In and out his cock shot.

In and out.

In and out.

Lima Bean gurgled and gagged as she took down the length of the master’s dick.

She rolled her tongue around the fist-sized cockhead.

She twirled the tip of her tongue around the length of the shaft.

Back and forth Bradford Grant-Willows rammed his young hips.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

His face lit up with delight.

“Aw, yeah, nigger!” Bradford Grant-Willows moaned. “You know just how to make me feel! 
That hot tongue feels great!”

Lima Bean gurgled in delight.

How she loved it when the master gave her praise!

Things certainly hadn’t been like that out in the cotton fields!

Captain Iggerworth and Captain Mommerton had merely demanded her twat, fucked her 
long and hard, shot their wads, then dumped her in the dirt amongst the boll weevils.

Lima Bean continued to service the master’s dick.

The little nigger girl did her best.

She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked as hard a she could.

“Aw, yeah!” Bradford Grant-Willows wailed.

“YEAH!! YEAH!!”

His loins shuddered uncontrollably.

Bradford Grant-Willows felt his passions rise.

He knew he would have to pull the girl off his dick.

If not, he would shoot his wad down her throat.

And Bradford Grant-Willows didn’t want to shoot his wad down Lima Bean’s throat.

He wanted to shoot it up her ebony fuck canal!

Bradford Grant-Willows crudely pulled the girl’s delighted face from his cock.

“Get your nigger ass over on the bed while I take off my clothes!” Bradford Grant-Willows 
growled. “You suck cock so fine I damn near spurt my wad down your throat!”

Lima Bean grunted with fuck-hungry pleasure as she tore off there clothes and leaped 
onto the plush cushions of the master’s son’s bed.

Her young black pussy tingled with anticipatory rapture.

The nipples that graced each of her smooth mountains of black titflesh were erect and 
willing to service Bradford Grant-Willows any way he wanted.

Bradford Grant-Willows pulled off his boots and pulled the trousers that had bunched at 
his ankles.

He tugged at the buttons of his white shirt, exposing his strangely hairy chest to the 
extreme delight of the young black girl.

“Lawdamercy!” Lima Bean breathed. “Dat hairy chest o’ yourn’ sho’ do be mighty fine! All 
nigger boys ain’t got but one o’ two hairs on dey’s chests!”

Lima Bean desperately wanted to plunge her fingers down her hot, juicing love pot right 
then and there before her master.

But the slave girl realized that Bradford Grant-Willows’ cock would feel much better sliding
between her leathery pussy lips.

She rested her trembling fingers on her massive breasts instead.

Lima Bean began to fondle her nipples as the master approached the bed.

She spread her legs so that the handsome white bastard could get a better look at the 
ebony delights that lingered between her young thighs.

Lima Bean gazed in continuing amazement at the master’s cock.

It was so pink.

So long!

And so incredibly thick!

The thought passed Lima Bean’s mind that she knew exactly why she didn’t mind fucking 
around with Bradford Grant-Willows.

Not only was he nice to her and not only did he give her an occasional compliment, he 
was hung like a goddamn bull!

“FUCKS ME!!” Lima Bean breathed. “FUCK ME, MASSA! CAIN’T WAIT MUCH LONGER!! 
POUND DAT BIG WHITE COCK UP MAH TIGHT NIGGER HOLE!!”

“Patience, nigger girl,” Bradford Grant-Willows grunted. “Patience is a virtue you’ll have to 
learn.”

Bradford Grant-Willows reached up to the bed with his meaty thighs and slid in beside 
Lima Bean’s trembling body.

Lima Bean had no idea what patience was, but she nodded her nappy head anyway.

Lima Bean stared at the young man’s meaty ass-globes.

“Lawdie, lawdie!” she hummed.

Those butt cheeks certainly weren’t as muscular as most black men’s, but they looked tasty
all the same!

As soon as his ass hit the bed, Lima Bean’s eager lips wrapped around the dick once again.

She had to spread her lips as wide as they could possibly go.

That cock was as thick around as one of Lima Bean’s thighs!

Bradford Grant-Willows lay his swarthy head back in the pillows and grunted in rapture as 
the girl swallowed his cockhead.

Lima Bean’s hands shot out and began to fondle the hot, sweaty area between the young 
man’s thighs.

Her fingertips inched closer to the meaty, low-hanging balls covered with tiny hairs.

Lima Bean tried to hold one of the balls in her tiny black hand.

It was too big, however.

The hefty sac spilled onto the master’s thigh once again.

Lima Bean sighed as her tongue slurped up and down the throbbing slab of fuckflesh.

Her fingers gently kneaded the massive balls.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s hands reached down and grabbed Lima Bean’s head.

“All the way,” he commanded. “Get that head down and suck my entire cock!”

Lawd! Ain’t never gonna git dat big fing down my mouf! Lima Bean thought to herself.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s fingers dug into her scalp.

Lima Bean was forced to take inch after inch of white cockmeat between her fat, floppy 
lips.

Bradford Grant-Willows bucked up his hips.

Lima Bean gasped and almost gagged as her entire mouth was stuffed full of cockmeat.

She panicked for a second as her breath was pushed from her lungs.

Her neck pressed upwards.

PLOP!

Bradford Grant-Willows’s cockhead slid down the nigger’s throat.

Lima Bean was deep throating the master!

The young slave girl eagerly gobbled down the cockmeat that was pushed brutally down 
her greedy gullet.

A groan of delight escaped Bradford Grant-Willows’s full-bodied lips as he felt the girl’s 
wet lips wrap around his shaft.

As he felt his cockhead sliding down the very depths of her throat.

As Lima Bean’s spindly fingers that had plucked cotton most of her nigger life fondled his 
meaty nuts.

The slave girl tugged ever so gently on the tiny hairs that grew from her master’s cock.

Lima Bean could taste the salty pre-come that oozed excitedly from her master’s cock.

She slurped it down eagerly and gobbled the dewy drops down her hungry throat.

Bradford Grant-Willows writhed on the bed in fuck-starved lust.

Already, the white boy’s balls were beginning to twitch and rumble in euphoria from the 
girl’s expert touch.

Once again, Bradford Grant-Willows was going to shoot his wad down her throat if he 
didn’t pull those flabby lips off his shaft.

“STOP!! STOP!!” he groaned.

Lima Bean’s lips backed off from the sizzling white cockmeat.

The spit-covered shaft slipped from her mouth.

She looked up at her master, her eyes wide with fear.

“I-I do somefing wrong, massa?” she asked timidly. “I-I ain’t gone an’ bit your big white 
cock with my teef?”

“No, you silly nigger whore!” Bradford Grant-Willows snapped. “But I told you I wanted to 
fuck your black hole! I can shove my cock down your throat any time I want to! But I’ve 
brought you specially to my private bedchambers for one reason! To fuck you!”

Lima Bean tittered in excited lust and slid her face up to the master’s.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s hands immediately shot down between Lima Bean’s tender 
thighs as she ran her fingers in amazement over the hairy plains of his muscular pecs.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s fingers clawed through the coarse, kinky pubic hairs that marked
the entrance to Lima Bean’s mahogany delights.

Those black hairs were soaked with lust juice that had oozed from Lima Bean’s cunt.

Bradford Grant-Willows felt his thick digits sliding through the sticky wetness of the 
pussy-juices.

Lima Bean gasped in rapture and pressed her pelvis towards those meaty fingers.

“Shove dem fingers up me, massa!” Lima Bean begged. “I’se gonna loves it!”

“I’ll do as I goddamn please!” Bradford Grant-Willows suddenly snapped.

He was furious that the girl had the impertinence to entertain the thought that she might 
be able to direct him, a white man, in the ways of lovemaking!

Bradford Grant-Willows shoved his fingers between her moist pussylips.

Lima Bean squealed in delight and wrapped her gangly arms around Bradford 
Grant-Willows’s broad shoulders.

Those thick fingers plunged deeper and deeper down the girl’s cunt.

Mucous resin that had lingered on the tender flaps marking the entrance to Lima Bean’s 
tunnel of love covered his knuckles.

Lima Bean’s nigger cunt was hot.

Wet.

Tight.

Almost too tight to be able to handle more than two of Bradford Grant-Willows’s fingers!

Bradford Grant-Willows imagined how good it would feel to shove the massive girth of his
cock between those pussy lips and savagely pump the hell out of the girl.

His slick, sticky fingers slid out of Lima Bean’s cunt.

Lima Bean moaned and shook her nappy head in rapture.

“Hallelujah! Dat sho’ ‘nuf fell mighty good!” she gasped.

“And this is going to feel much better,” Bradford Grant-Willows promised, gripping his 
cock with his hand.

Lima Bean looked down and gulped.

“Lawdamercy! Dat gonna hurt my po’ black hole mass! But it sho’ gonna hurt mighty 
good!” she wailed.

“Damn right!”

Bradford Grant-Willows suddenly grabbed the girl’s arms and threw her back on the 
pillows.

Lima Bean yelped as her skull smacked against the headboard.

She looked up at her master, amazed at the sudden brutality that coursed through his 
body.

Lust mingled with hatred smoldered in his deep-set eyes.

“Get ready to be raped, nigger slut!” he snapped.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s fingers dug into her tender flesh as he pulled apart her legs.

He pulled them so far apart that Lima Bean half feared in her dimwitted mind that she 
would break in two at the cunt lips!

Tears stung her eyes once again.

If the white man had to take advantage of her, if he had to shove his cock down her twat, 
why did he have to be so damn brutal about it?!

Bradford Grant-Willows pressed his meaty, sweaty young body against the slave’s lithe 
form.

Lima Bean gasped as the weight of the master’s big form knocked the breath out of her.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s muscular thighs pressed against her svelte legs.

His rock-hard member pressed between Lima Bean’s thighs.

The fucking was about to begin.





CHAPTER FOUR


Lima Bean panted.

Bradford Grant-Willows’ lips pressed against hers.

His tongue wrenched open her moist, fat lips and slipped into the moist dankness beyond.

Lima Bean could feel the blood-engorged head of Bradford Grant-Willows’s big cock 
inching over her ebony flesh.

Closer and closer to her twat.

That tight, young nigger cunt that was hungering for big white cockmeat.

As his dick slid over her sweaty flesh, Bradford Grant-Willows reached up and dug his 
fingers into Lima Bean’s nipples.

Had the slave’s mouth not been full of tongue, she would gladly have moaned in rapture.

As it was, she merely thrust her breasts forward ta entice the white man to lavish more 
pleasure and pain upon her erect nipples.

Bradford Grant-Willows pinched her nipples hard.

Lima Bean’s cunt spit juices and twitched with fuck-starved lust.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s tongue slipped from between her legs.

He glared at the slave.

The look of anger surprised and frightened Lima Bean momentarily.

What was her big white master going to do to her?!

Bradford Grant-Willows’s full-bodied lips were pursed in a cruel grin.

He picked up his sweaty hips.

His fingers slid from her nipples and grabbed at her cuntlips.

Bradford Grant-Willows grabbed at the juicy folds and pulled them apart.

Lima Bean squealed in delight.

She knew the big entrance was mere moments away.

Bradford Grant-Willows’ throbbing cock hung below his rippling stomach.

His big balls’ swayed back and forth.

He began to lower his fucktool into Lima Bean’s black cunt.

Lima Bean gasped as the purplish knob of the master’s dick pressed against the dainty, 
delicate flesh of her pussy lips.

The tight, hot pussy of a young nigger slave.

The pussy that had never been fucked by a white man’s cock before.

The pussy that was hungering for Bradford Grant-Willows’s massive bull-dong!

“FUCKS ME, MASSA! FUCKS ME!!” Lima Bean grunted, swiveling her hips to meet the cock 
that was preparing to plunge through her tunnel of delights.

Bradford Grant-Willows didn’t even reply.

His dark brown eyes stared into Lima Bean’s.

He took a deep breath as he readied for the plunge.

His hairy chest expanded as it filled with air.

“LLAAWWDDYY!!” Lima Bean shrieked as she was suddenly impaled on ten thick inches of 
white cockmeat.

Bradford Grant-Willows grunted as he pounded his shaft into Lima Bean’s hole.

He felt his dick flesh scraping against the sides of her pussy walls.

Lima Bean clamped down upon that thrusting fuck pole with her cunt muscles.

She shrieked.

She wailed.

She clawed at Bradford Grant-Willows’s sweaty back with her spindly fingers.

Tears of joy filled her eyes as she felt the cock plunge into the deepest depths of her 
womb.

No black man had ever felt as good as that!

Bradford Grant-Willows’s balls smacked against Lima Bean’s black pelvis.

He pounded every inch of his cockmeat up that cock in one savage thrust.

He had burrowed his entire cock into the fleshy, fertile fuck fields of Lima Bean’s twat.

The juices that lingered in Lima Bean’s cunt spurt out the sides of her pussy as she was 
stuffed with dick flesh.

The sticky rivulets dribbled down her thighs.

Bradford Grant-Willows’s cock was slick and sticky.

He gasped as his balls were sprayed with the cunt juices that squirt from the nigger slave’s 
cunt as he slowly pulled his dick out of her gaping hole.

“NO!! NO, MASSA!!” Lima Bean wailed as tears flowed down her cheeks. “SHOVES DAT 
FING UP’N MAH HOLE! I WANTS IT! I NEEDS IT!”

BAM!!

Lima Bean squealed in fuck-crazed lust as the cock ravaged her tender pussy walls once 
again.

Bradford Grant-Willows began to pump wildly into the young kitchen nigger.

He thrust his hips up and pulled his cock out so that only the blood-engorged head was 
lodged between the sweaty dankness of her twat.

He pounded his rod back home once again, more brutally this time.

Lima Bean grunted and gasped as the big white boy stretched her pussy lips apart with 
each savage thrust.

She had never felt so stuffed with cock in her young life before!

Lima Bean’s gangly limbs wrapped around Bradford Grant-Willows’s neck and he 
continued to fuck.

As he continued to fuck black twat meat.

Lima Bean felt that meaty shaft pound into her womb.

She arched her back and offered her master her breasts.

Her cunt.

Her lips.

Her life.

Her entire being was at his command.

And at the command of the plunging horse-cock that pumped her tight twat full of 
ecstatic delight.

Sweat soon oozed from Bradford Grant-Willows’s pores as he continued to fuck the nigger
girl.

Perspiration dribbled down his meaty, manly flesh.

It trickled onto Lima Bean’s black skin and glistened in the dim light of Bradford 
Grant-Willows’s private bedchambers.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Those meaty balls that hung from the base of the massive white cock slapped against Lima
Bean’s battered pelvis with each brutal thrust.

Lima Bean waved her nappy head back and forth on the master’s plush pillows as he 
continued to pump into her.

“PRAISE DE LAWD! PRAISE DE LAWD!” she shrieked.

“You like big white cock?” Bradford Grant-Willows grunted.

“LAWDIE! LAWDIE! I DONE BEEN SENT INTA DE LAND O’ MILK AN’ HONEY!” Lima Bean 
wailed in return.

“Ungh!” Bradford Grant-Willows grunted as he pounded up the wet, hot cunthole.

“UNGH!!”

“UNGH!!”

“UNGH!!”

Although Bradford Grant-Willows’s cock was so thick it already was stretching the walls of 
her pussy apart, Lima Bean pressed in on the plunging member as tightly as she could.

Bradford Grant-Willows gasped as the girl’s tight cunt suddenly became a suction.

He almost had trouble pulling his shaft out of that tight black twat!

It seemed to suck his cock down its dark, wet tunnel!

Seemed to beg for more harsh, brutal fuck action!

Bradford Grant-Willows pounded into his nigger wench with such ferocity that his 
king-sized bed jumped inches at a time across the polished floor with very thrust!

“LAWDIE! LAWDIE!! SHOOTS DAT JISM UP’N MAH BLACK HOLE!!” Lima Bean begged.

Bradford Grant-Willows merely grunted and smacked the girl across the face for good 
measure.

Those savage slaps that had stung her face before now made the girl tingle with pleasure.

“MO’! MO’! MO’!” Lima Bean shrieked.

Her body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure.

Her fingers tingled.

Her thighs shuddered.

Lima Bean felt love juices gushing from her black hole.

Spurting their hot wetness upon the white man’s cock that plunged home again and 
again.

Bradford Grant-Willows gasped and grunted.

Those wet pussy lips wrapped around his throbbing cock were sending stars dancing 
before his eyes.

There was no way the swarthy young guy could hold back the sticky froth that would soon
be bubbling up his shaft.

Already, Bradford Grant-Willows could feel his balls rumbling.

His balls ached.

How he wanted to shoot his load up the shrieking nigger’s twat!

Bradford Grant-Willows’s ass muscles flexed and bounced as he pounded home with 
increasing fervor and fury.

His handsome face suddenly shot back.

“JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST!” the young man shrieked.

His fingers dug into Lima Bean’s tits as his cock whipped in and out of her twat.

Faster and faster.

Beads of sweat dribbled down his face.

“I DO DECLARE I’M GONNA SHOOT MY LOAD!” Bradford Grant-Willows screamed.

Lima Bean’s fingernails clawed at Bradford Grant-Willows’s sweat-drenched back.

Her hips swiveled.

Her pussy muscles clamped down upon the thrusting cock.

Juices squirted out of her hole in tepid, frothing gallons.

And suddenly Lima Bean wailed like a wild animal possessed as she felt her womb being 
flooded with hot, sticky jism.

“UNGH!!”

“UNGH!!”

“UNGH!!”

Hot love juice exploded from Bradford Grant-Willows’s massive cockhead.

He pumped the labors of his brutal fuck action into the girl’s greedy twat.

Lima Bean’s head waved back and forth as her fingers continued to claw Bradford 
Grant-Willows’s flesh in hungry heat.

She took her master’s jism.

The young kitchen slave took every last drop Bradford Grant-Willows had to offer.

Lima Bean panted and puffed and clamped down upon the shooting cock with her pussy 
muscles until there was no more sperm left in Bradford Grant-Willows’s meaty balls.

Bradford Grant-Willows slowed down the speedy thrusts of his member.

He sighed in satisfaction.

His member slid out of Lima Bean’s ravaged black hole.

Trickles of jism dribbled from between her legs.

The rivulets of come flowed generously into her kinky pubic hairs.

Bradford Grant-Willows collapsed on the bed beside his fuck slave in exhaustion.

Lima Bean’s flat nostrils flared as she attempted to regain her normal breathing pace.

“Fank you, massa!” the girl gasped weakly. “Fank you so much!”

Bradford Grant-Willows smiled smugly.

He knew he had just given the kitchen nigger the fuck of her life.

Lima Bean slid her fingers up and down the length of the master’s cock.

The mighty fucktool that had moments earlier throbbed in delight now hung limply 
between his legs.

“Lawdy, lawdy!” Lima Bean sighed.

She gripped the limp member in her spindly black fingers.

“Jest lookie dere, massa,” the slave girl said.

“Look at what?” Bradford Grant-Willows wanted to know.

“Look at dat cock,” Lima Bean said. “It be’se as harmless as a lil ole babe in arms.”

Bradford Grant-Willows grunted and shifted his hips.

“If you keep fondling it like that it won’t be harmless much longer,” he said.

“I sho’ as shit knows, massa,” Lima Bean said. “Dat be’se why I is doin’ it.”

Bradford Grant-Willows was slightly surprised.

He knew he had brutally fucked the brains out of the girl moments before.

It seemed impossible to believe that she was already ready for another go.

Bradford Grant-Willows smacked her hand away from his Cock.

“Stupid nigger!” he snarled.

Lima Bean looked up, batting her eyelashes in surprise.

“Why you say dat, massa?” the slave girl wanted to know.

“Get the hell out of my bed!” Bradford Grant-Willows snarled.

WHACK!

Lima Bean yelped as the master’s foot lashed out and hit her in the knee.

She tumbled out of the bed and landed with a thump on the floor.

“LAWD!” the slave wailed.

She rubbed her throbbing knee.

“GET OUT, YOU DINGY WHORE!” Bradford Grant-Willows wailed.

He had never been so humiliated in his life.

How tough were those nigger sluts, anyway?

How many times did they have to be fucked before they felt satisfaction?

Years later, Mick Jagger would compose a controversial song in which he professed that 
“black girls just want to get fucked all night.”

How right that pop star was!

Bradford Grant-Willows trembled with rage.

Lima Bean lunged for her burlap sack and threw it over her head.

Without another glance in the master’s direction, she shuffled out of Bradford 
Grant-Willows’s private bedchambers as quickly as her gangly legs could take her.

Lima Bean limped slightly as she raveled down the hallway.

She shook her nappy head in confusion.

“Dese white folks sho’ ‘nuff be’se crazy,” the girl muttered to herself. “Cain’t make head 
nor tail o’ dem!”

Lima Bean shuffled down the stairs and limped into the kitchen.

She sat down on a kitchen table chair, picked up the zucchini and continued to slice.

*

Dotsy and Frizzy tiptoed towards the big house.

Frizzy wrapped her arm around h r sister’s and snuggled close to her.

She shivered with fear.

“Dotsy!” the girl hissed. “I’se a-scared! You finks we really needs dese scraps from de 
kitchen?”

Dotsy shook her sister off her am

“Hush, girl!” she said. “Don’t be t kin’ like dat! You’se gonna put a hex on us an’ w se 
gonna be caught!”

“An’ If’n we be’se caught,” Frizzy said with a gulp. “You knows what’s gonna happen den!”

“Ws ain’t gonna be caught,” Dotsy hissed in reply.

“B-but you done gone an’ said-”

“I done gone an’ said IF’N we be’se caught… but we ain’t gonna be caught! Mark my 
words!”

Frizzy gripped her sister’s arm again nevertheless.

She had been sassy and bold about the excursion a few moments before.

But she had been in the safety of their shed.

With mammy’s comforting body close to hers.

And mammy’s plate of grits staring her in the face.

Now that she and Dotsy were actually approaching the house, Frizzy wasn’t so sure about 
the entire plan.

But the little girl merely sighed and stayed close to her sister as the house got closer and 
closer.

So what if the master caught them stealing scraps from the kitchen.

He would only drag them into the stables for Captain Iggerworth to string to the wall and 
whip senseless.

And at times Frizzy wished that she had been whipped to death.

Then she would be in the land of milk and honey.

She would be free.

Free at last.

Frizzy sighed once again as they tiptoed past the master’s private garden plot.

“Lookie dere!” Dotsy hissed, pointing to the garden patch.

Frizzy eyes lit up with delight.

“Lawd! Com an’ wat’melon an’ all de nice things niggers like us loves ta eat!”

She steered Dotsy closer to the patch.

Dotsy resisted.

“Nope,” the girl said firmly. “We ain’t gonna steals outa de garden patch. Pappy done gone
an’ got hisse’f kilt dat way.”

“B-but Dotsy!” Frizzy gulped. “What we’se gonna go an’ does be’se worse dat stealin’ outa 
de garden patch!”

“I knows dat,” Dotsy said. “But sends chills up mah spine ta thinks about sneakin’ inta dat 
patch. I always see pappy standin’ dere… wat’melon in his big black hands… dogs howlin’ an’ 
bitin’ at his feet… de cap’n running up… draggin’ pappy inta de stables an’…”

Dotsy trailed off, indignant and full of sorrow.

Poor Pappy!

He had been whipped to death by Captain Iggerworth.

Whipped to death with the biggest, meaning bullwhip in the overseer’s impressive 
collection.

Frizzy shuddered.

“Lawd!” she said, staring in horror at the field. “I hates dat patch! I sho’ ‘nuff hates it!”

“An’ dat be’se why we ain’t gonna steps a lil black toe inta de massa’s garden.”

She urged her sister through the back gate of the white house.

“Lawd!” Frizzy gasped, finally turning her head from the garden patch. “How you finks 
Lima Bean must feel?”

“Must feel ‘bout what?” Dotsy wanted to know. “Ain’t she gotta go inta dat patch every 
day an’ picks de greens fo” de massa?”

“Yeah,” Dotsy replied. “But I s’pose she done got used ta it. P’robly don’t finks o’ pappy in 
de patch no mo’. P’robly don’t even fink o’ pappy no mo’. Probly don’t even finks o’ us no 
mo’, neither!”

“Dotsy! What you be sayin’?!” Frizzy wailed. “Dat be’se awful!”

“Awful but de truf,” Dotsy knowingly replied. “Once you be’se a house nigger, you starts ta
changes, Frizzy.”

“Changes? I ain’t noticed no changes in Lima Bean!”

“Den you ain’t been lookin’ in de right place, girl!” Dotsy wailed. “Be’se as plain as de nose 
on our sistuh’s face!”

“Ain’t plain as all dat ta me!” Frizzy said. ‘Tells me what ya means, Dotsy!”

Dotsy sighed.

“Shee-it, girl! You be’se dummer’n a toad at times, I swears!”

“Cain’t he’p it, Dotsy,” Frizzy replied. “I be’se a black nigger girl, ain’t I? We ain’t known fo’ 
havin’ much brains.”

“I be’s black ain’t I?” Dotsy asked. “An’ I be’se mighty damn intelly-gent!”

“Dat be’se de truf,” Frizzy admitted. “But I still don’t knows what you means ‘bout Lima 
Bean.”

“She done gone through some mean changes since she be’se a kitchen nigger,” Dotsy 
explained. “She be puttin’ on airs like she be better’n us. Ain’t you noticed de last time we 
come ‘round beggin’ fo’ de massa’s leftover scraps? She done stare down her nose at us like 
we be’se some sorta creatures from I don’t know where!”

“Now dat you says it, Dotsy,” Frizzy said. “I knows what you means. She be’se hoity-toity 
an’ finks she be hotter’n shit on fire. Too hot ta trot.”

“Too big fo’ her britches, mo’ like it!” Dotsy sniffed. ‘Times I even finks…”

She trailed off and shook her nappy head in sorrow.

Frizzy grabbed her sister’s arm once again. “Finks what! Tells me! Tells me!” Frizzy begged. 
“What you finks?”

“I finks de massa an’ de massa’s son an’ maybe even smelly ole Missy Amelia be’se gettin’ 
a piece o’ her black twat.”

“Course she be!” Frizzy replied. “I ain’t dumb enuf not ta knows dat! All de house niggers 
gots ta serves de massa! An’ de massa’s son! An’ Missy Amelia! An’ even dat fat hag sistuh o’ 
de massa. What be’se her name?”

Dotsy shuddered with disgust as she recalled the hideous face of Master Grant-Willow’s 
elderly sister Hortense.

“Hortense,” Dotsy replied. “Ugly as sin, an’ twice as fat as mammy!”

Frizzy shuddered along with her sister.

“An’ I done thought I ain’t never gonna sees another person fatter’n mammy! ‘I’ll dat ole 
sow arrived from Atlanta last week! But you still ain’t tole me what be’se so awful ‘bout Lima 
Bean sleepin’ wif white folks. We done had de cap’ns cock up’n our black holes so many times 
I done lost count years ago!”

“Yeah,” Dotsy replied with a severe nod. “But we ain’t gone an’ enjoys it!”

“NO!!” Frizzy gasped, horrified.

The little girl’s hand flew to her mouth.

Her eyes bugged with disgust and shock.

“Say it ain’t so, Dotsy! Say it ain’t so!”

“It be’se de work o’ de devil ta tells a lie!” Dotsy professed. “Mark mah words, Frizzy! Lima 
Bean be’se in dis house gettin’ white dicks an’ ugly sow tongues shoved up her twat. An’ she 
be’se lovin’ every last shove an’ slurp!”

Horrible images raced through Frizzy young mind.

Her stomach felt ready to heave, and the little girl knew it had nothing to do with 
mammy’s grits.

She was repulsed at what Dotsy had told her.

But Frizzy had to admit their sister had treated them rather coldly the last time they had 
snuck to the kitchen window.

Well, she would have to see how Lima Bean treated them this time.

If Lima Bean was just as obnoxious, just as cold to them, Frizzy would believe every word 
of what Dotsy had told her.

They stopped at the kitchen door.

The two nigger girls snuck under the window.

“Better hush up,” Dotsy suggested. “Don’t knows if de massa an’ missy done gone ta bed 
already.”

“Throws a stone up to de window,” Frizzy suggested. “Lima Bean knows she gots ta 
ignores it if de coast ain’t clear.”

Dotsy picked up a pebble and tossed it at the kitchen window.

Both girls cringed as the pebble cracked against the pane.

They huddled under the window, their little hearts racing with fear.

Would they be caught?

Or would Lima Bean’s black face poke out of the window?

The latter occurred.

Dotsy and Frizzy heaved a silent sigh of relief.

“What de fucks you girls be doin’ out dere?” Lima Bean snapped.

She glared angrily at her two sisters.

“Me an’ Frizzy an’ Mammy be’se hungry,” Dotsy said. “We done thought-”

“You be’se hungry?!” Lima Bean snarled. “Ain’t you got food in de miserable ole shack you 
niggers call home?”

Frizzy and Dotsy stared at one another knowingly, Frizzy imagined Lima Bean with her legs
spread.

Taking big white cocks up her hole.

And loving every second of it.

Both girls shuddered in unison.

Dotsy turned to the kitchen nigger once again.

“Sho’, we gots food,” she said. “But we wants some scraps!”

“Christ almighty!” Lima Bean wailed. “You little niggers ain’t nufin’ but a pack o’ troubles! 
De massa gonna finds out one day an’ gonna whip you senseless! O’ worse dan dat! He’s 
gonna whip me an’ send me back out ta de fields ta deals wid de likes o’ you!”

But the girl opened the window and tossed out a few morsels of leftover coq au vin.

“Dere,” Lima Bean snapped. “I s’pose I gots ta feeds ya ‘coz you be’se mah sistuhs. But 
don’t come ‘round here no mo’! Ya hears me?! Don’t come ‘round her no mo’!”

Dotsy and Frizzy scrambled to the dirt and plucked up the tasty morsels.

“Ain’t you got mo’ ta gives us?” Dotsy inquired. But the kitchen window had already 
slammed shut in their coal-colored faces.





CHAPTER FIVE


Lima Bean wasn’t the only nigger on the plantation destined to fuck around with white folk 
and enjoy every second.

Dotsy’s own beloved Bugaboo was ordered the very next morning to visit the master’s 
sister in the shed by the stables.

Bugaboo’s heart raced with fear as he approached the shed.

He had never been ordered to the shed before.

But he had heard all about the sordid activities that occurred in the dank depths.

The other niggers in the fields had told him.

Hortense Grant-Willows was hungry for big black dicks.

She dragged defenseless yet well-hung nigger bucks into the shed, pulled down her 
petticoats and exposed her masses of flesh.

Then she demanded that the niggers fuck her.

Bugaboo had been fortunate enough to be spared this torture.

But nigger slaves weren’t known for their luck.

Bugaboo knew the day would eventually arrive when he would be the chosen victim.

That day had finally arrived.

Little did Bugaboo realize, he would enjoy the experience immensely!

For Hortense Grant-Willows might have been an ugly old sow, but her pussy muscles were
finely-tuned and expertly suited to gripping.

In other words, she was one hell of a good fuck!

Hortense Grant-Willows was waiting at the shed door as the nigger approached.

She looked Bugaboo up and down, appraising his manly body.

Her beady pig-eyes glared hungrily.

She was pleased at what she saw.

But she wanted to see more.

“Take off those clothes, nigger!” Hortense Grant Willows demanded.

Bugaboo gulped nervously.

“M-missy, ma’am?” the slave inquired.

“You heard what I said, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows barked. “Strip off those clothes or 
I’ll send you to the captain and his whip!”

Bugaboo looked self-consciously around the yard.

There was nobody in sight, but the nigger didn’t want to be caught off-guard with his 
britches down.

“O-out here, missy, ma’am?” he inquired.

“Of course not!” Hortense growled. “In the shed, you darkie fool!”

Nevertheless, the woman grabbed his britches and stripped them off his body before 
throwing Bugaboo into the shed.

The door closed as she entered the shed.

Bugaboo stood before the fat white woman, his cock still hanging limply, his meaty body 
trembling in disgust at the thought of being forced to shove his cock between the ugly white 
woman’s greasy pussy lips.

Hortense Grant-Willows leered hungrily at the slave.

Her grubby fingers reached for the hem of her hoopskirt and she pulled it up over her 
head.

“Pull off my petticoat and fuck me, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows demanded.

“Y-yessum, missy, ma’am,” Bugaboo grunted.

He shuffled slowly towards the mass of frilly cotton that hid the woman’s lower anatomy.

Bugaboo grabbed the elastic band that hiked the woman’s petticoat over her 
mountainous stomach.

Hortense Grant-Willows gasped and spread her legs in horny heat as the nigger slave 
pulled down the frilly cotton and exposed her anemic flesh.

Yowzah! Bugaboo thought to himself. Dis ole white woman sho’ ‘nuf have one right ugly 
pussy!

Hortense Grant-Willows felt her pussy tingle in anticipatory delight as the negro pulled her
petticoat down to her ankles.

She threw back her hideous head in delight and straddled an old box in the shed with her 
pimply white legs.

“Fuck me, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows announced, her body shuddering 
uncontrollably. “Fuck the love juices from my cunt! My big, white pussy is hungry for nigger 
cockmeat! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!!”

Bugaboo gulped as he stared at the matted mass of pubic hairs that covered the woman’s 
pink, dripping pussy lips.

His cock still hung limply between his legs.

But he knew he must obey the white woman’s command.

“Y-yessum, missy, ma’am…”

Bugaboo reached down and began to pump his meaty black cock to erection.

He closed his eyes as his hand slid over his thick slab of nigger fuckmeat.

“Ya sho’ ya wants me ta fucks ya?” he asked hopefully.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s eyes snapped open and her flabby hand smacked the slave 
across the face.

“Of course, you silly black bastard!” she snorted.

She glanced down at the throbbing fuckpole that rested between the slave’s thick fingers.

“Mmm!” the white woman hummed in delight. “Hurry up and shove that dingy monster up
my hole!”

Hortense Grant-Willows reached down and placed her stubby fingers on her dripping 
cuntlips.

She pulled them apart gently and exposed the tender pink flesh that glistened with pussy 
juices.

“Shove it in me now, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows snapped.

Under her corset, Hortense Grant-Willows’s massive tits trembled.

Her big, pancake nipples were hard and erect.

She was ready for that nigger’s big cock!

Bugaboo grunted and pounded on his shaft a few more times to make sure it was good 
and hard.

Hortense Grant-Willows sighed as the nigger’s meaty legs pressed against her fleshy 
thighs.

Bugaboo’s legs were rock-hard.

Shining with sweat.

The white woman could feel the rock-hard head of Bugaboo’s black cock sliding between 
the fleshy folds of her cunt.

She gasped in rapture and shuddered as the blood-engorged cockhead slid quickly 
between her glistening pussy lips.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s arms shot around the nigger’s bare back and she pressed her 
mouth against his floppy lips.

Bugaboo thrust his entire cock deeply into the white woman’s cunt.

He grunted as the knob of his black dick pounded against the back of the woman’s 
dipping abyss of lust.

Bugaboo was shocked at how tight that fat white woman’s cunt was.

“Yowzah!” he growled. “Dis sho’ ‘nuff be one hell o’ a tight cunt!”

“Goddamn right!” Hortense Grant-Willows said, her eyes dancing with fuck-hungry 
pleasure. “I get fucked so often by you black niggers, my pussy muscles are definitely in 
shape… although I must admit the rest of me has fallen by the wayside.”

Bugaboo certainly agreed with that.

He slowly pulled his cock out of the woman’s cunt.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s cunt lips wrapped hungrily around his meaty black shaft.

Bugaboo grunted and plunged into the fertile fuck fields between the woman’s legs once 
again.

Hortense Grant-Willows shifted her meaty ass on the box and spread her legs further and 
further as the nigger started to pump her with increasing vigor.

That meaty cock slid quickly in and out of her cunt.

Bugaboo’s muscular ass cheeks flexed as his cock shot down the woman’s tight fuckshaft.

Hortense Grant-Willows panted and gasped as she worked that cock deeper and deeper 
up her cunt.

It seemed as if Bugaboo was fucking her very womb!

That big black stud sure knew how to fuck!

Hortense Grant-Willows’ fat body was soon drenched with sweat.

Perspiration trickled down her massive breasts.

Sweat dribbled down her legs and drenched the petticoats that were wrapped around her 
ankles.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s tongue explored the inner regions of Bugaboo’s mouth as he 
continued to pound into her.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s massive form shifted and swayed on the box as the nigger’s 
cock attacked her greedy cunt again and again.

The box she was sitting on jumped inches at a time when the meaty member pounded 
home.

“Fuck me!” Hortense Grant-Willows gasped. “Shove that huge black thing up my tight 
white cunt!”

Bugaboo had to admit that, as fat and ugly as the white hag was, it certainly turned him 
on to slide his cock between those dripping pussy lips!

She was so tight!

So wet!

So hot!

He began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts.

That was just how Hortense Grant-Willows liked her cunt to be fucked.

Fast and hard.

Bugaboo’s balls swung in the air and smacked against the woman’s flabby ass.

Hortense Grant-Willows shrieked like a thing possessed as the meaty pole violated her 
inner recesses.

Tears of joy stung her eyes as Bugaboo thrust up her tunnel of love with increasing 
brutality.

Increasing ferocity.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s body trembled with fuck-starved lust.

How she loved being fucked by the silly nigger slaves!

How she loved the feel of hot, black fuckmeat coursing through her pretty pink pussy lips!

But the lewd old woman loved something even more!

“STOP!! STOP!!” Hortense Grant-Willows screamed suddenly, pulling savagely at the kinky 
hairs that graced Bugaboo’s bobbing head.

Bugaboo’s cock stopped in mid-plunge.

His hard, throbbing dickhead was still firmly lodged between the tight, hot pussy lips.

Those pussy lips that dripped with love juices.

“W-what be’se de matter?” he asked, suddenly scared.

He hoped his brutal fucking hadn’t hurt the woman somehow!

She would surely order Captain Iggerworth to white the flesh from his back!

“I-I done gone an’ hurt ya, Missy, ma’am?” Bugaboo stuttered in fear.

Hortense Grant-Willows rolled her eyes to the heavens and smacked the nigger’s face 
once again.

“Of course not!” she snapped. “My cunt’s as coarse as rawhide! Ain’t met a nigger yet that 
could do me harm! Pull that damn cock out of my cunt!”

PLOP!

Bugaboo’s dick slid out of the cunthole.

“Wh-what ya wants me ta does wif ya now, missy, ma’am?” Bugaboo inquired, his dumb 
eyes opened wide.

“I want you to ram that big black cock up my ass!” the woman snapped. “I want you to 
butt fuck me with that meaty nigger dick of yours!”

Bugaboo gulped.

“B-but… up’n de ass, missy, ma’am?”

“That’s what I said!” Hortense Grant-Willows snarled. “Jesus, you niggers are dumb! How 
many times must I repeat a simply command?!”

“B-but I ain’t never fucks up de ass afore…”

“Well you better learn how. And goddamn fast!” Hortense Grant-Willows growled.

Bugaboo stared in amazement as the old lady grunted and flipped her corpulent body 
over on the box.

Her huge, creamy buttcheeks were thrust before his face.

“Get those thick nigger lips down there first and eat out my asshole!” Hortense 
Grant-Willows demanded.

Bugaboo gulped once again.

He stared down at the asscheeks that rested before him on the box.

The huge plains of butt flesh were loose and flabby.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s anemic flesh was covered with tiny red pimples.

That white woman’s ass didn’t look appealing in the least!

Bugaboo shuffled his bare feet nervously on the floor of the shed for a few moments.

His cock hung limply between his muscular black legs.

“Hurry up, nigger! Or I’ll have your silly hide whipped to a blood pulp!” Hortense 
Grant-Willows shrieked.

She thrust her ass up once again.

“Come on! Get that tongue up my butt!”

Bugaboo bent down and knelt face level to Hortense Grant-Willows’s ass.

Droplets of sweat lingered on the pimply surface of her butt.

Bugaboo’s thick fingers touched the assflesh.

Hortense Grant-Willows grunted in delight as she felt the hot digits digging gently at her 
ass.

“Pull my cheeks apart, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows wailed.

Bugaboo did as the fuck-starved white woman instructed.

He pulled apart her buttcheeks.

His flat nose wrinkled with distaste.

The musky stench of shit that greeted his nostrils was not very appetizing.

Bugaboo grunted in discomfort.

But he realized he must do as he was told.

His tongue slid from between his fat black lips.

He stared in repulsion at the tiny pink asshole that graced the woman’s sweaty buttcrack.

The nigger felt sick.

He didn’t want to eat out that fetid butthole!

But he was being forced to!

If he didn’t lick out that smelly butthole, he would be beaten until his blood spurt out all 
over the stable ground!

Bugaboo brought his fat, wet tongue closer and closer to that wriggling white ass.

The smell of shit became stronger and stronger the closer he got to the wrinkled pink 
hole.

Bugaboo gingerly touched the woman’s butthole with the wet tip of his tongue.

Hortense Grant-Willows shivered in delight.

A low groan of passion escaped her lips.

“Further! Further!” she begged. “Shove that tongue up my shit chute, nigger boy!”

Bugaboo’s fingers dug firmly into the woman’s flabby asscheeks as he shoved his tongue 
into the wrinkled asshole.

Bugaboo’s tongue wriggled down that hole as far as it possibly could.

He plunged down the hole tentatively at first.

Then, as the woman’s ass cheeks began to flex in delight, Bugaboo began to increase the 
thrusts of his tongue.

Hortense Grant-Willows bucked her large hips back so that the tongue slid even deeper 
up her chute.

The taste of her shit juices flooded Bugaboo’s tongue.

He suddenly smacked his lips in delight.

That asshole tasted delicious!

Bugaboo’s limp cock soon began to flood with blood.

It got harder and harder the more he sucked.

Even his balls seemed to tingle with delight as he continued to slurp butt meat.

“Mmm-mmmf!” the slave suddenly gasped. “Dat fat butthole sho’ ‘nuff taste better’n 
wat’melon any day!”

“Hush your silly nigger trap and get that tongue back up my butthole!” Hortense 
Grant-Willows snapped.

Bugaboo quickly drove his tongue into the woman’s sweaty shit chute with an expertness 
that surprised them both.

“Damn! You sure know how to suck ass, nigger!” Hortense Grant-Willows groaned.

Her body trembled as the nigger’s tongue slurped at her ass.

Licked her butthole.

Savored the sickly taste of shit.

Drool dribbled down Bugaboo’s chin.

Shit juices oozed from the woman’s pink asshole and trickled down her thighs.

Those thighs that shuddered in horny heat.

Delighted lust.

Fuck-starved euphoria.

Bugaboo got that asshole sopping wet.

He got Hortense Grant-Willows’s clit hard and erect.

He got her pussy squirting juices all over the wooden box!

And still the old woman wanted more!

More hot tongue action up her butthole!

Bugaboo pleased the white woman with his talented tongue.

Finally, however, Hortense Grant-Willows realized she needed to feel more than a hot 
tongue up her ass.

She wanted a thick nigger cock!

A big, black done sliding between her ass cheeks!

“FUCK ME, NIGGER!” Hortense Grant-Willows shrieked. “FUCK ME UP MY WHITE ASS!”

Bugaboo grunted and slid his tongue out of the woman’s asshole.

Her butt cheeks snapped closed as he removed his fingers from their sweaty plains.

“Dat gonna hurt somefing mighty, ma’am,” Bugaboo grunted.

“Silly fool!” Hortense Grant-Willows snapped. “Spit on your cock before you ram it up 
there!”

“Oh.”

Bugaboo did as Hortense Grant-Willows instructed.

He spit on his hand.

He wiped the spittle around his rock-hard man-tool.

The well-hung nigger spread the sweaty asscheeks once again.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s butthole was still slick with his spit.

Bugaboo held his cock in his hand.

He pressed his blood-engorged cockhead into Hortense Grant-Willows’s buttcrack.

On the box, the woman squealed with rapture.

Her lardy body trembled in anticipation.

She could feel that spit-covered cockhead sliding between her buttcheeks.

“NOW!!” she shrieked like the fuck-starved creature she was. “FUCK MY ASS! FILL MY ASS 
WITH HOT NIGGER DICK-MEAT!!”

The head of Bugaboo’s cock popped into the hot, tight butthole.

Hortense Grant-Willows gasped as her ass was wracked with anguish.

But the pain soon turned to pleasure.

Only Bugaboo’s fat cockhead had plunged past her sphincter muscle, but Hortense 
Grant-Willows was about to orgasm.

Bugaboo grunted as he pushed inch after inch of his throbbing black cockshaft deeply 
into the woman’s asshole.

Up her rectum.

Up her shit chute.

Hortense Grant-Willows squirmed with anguish and ecstasy at the feeling of Bugaboo’s 
big cock up her ass.

As large as her butt was, there didn’t seem to be room for more cock!

Hortense Grant-Willows was totally fulfilled at that moment.

But little did the rich white woman realize, Bugaboo’s cock was only halfway up her ass!

Bugaboo suddenly prepared to plunge the second half of his meaty member up that tight,
hot butt canal.

The nigger took a deep breath.

He took careful aim.

BAM!!

“AARRGGHH!”

Hortense Grant-Willows shrieked as her tender butthole was suddenly stuffed full of thick, 
black cockmeat.

Bugaboo began to fuck the woman’s ass.

His meaty black cock slid in and out of her buttcheeks.

Hortense Grant-Willows wailed and moaned and clawed at the wooden box with her 
stubby fingers.

That thick nigger cock pounded up her ass.

Droplets of sweat spit on the floor of the shed as Bugaboo continued to pump.

As he fucked the white woman up the butt.

Rammed his cock between her hungering buttcheeks.

Bugaboo had serviced her butt with his tongue.

He had almost shot his wad.

He knew there was no way he was ever going to be able to pound up those sweaty 
buttcheeks without shooting his load.

“I’se gonna come…” he gasped suddenly.

Hortense Grant-Willows’s limbs tingled with delight.

That hot nigger hunk was going to spurt his hot white jism up her ass!

“YES! YES!” Hortense Grant-Willows wailed. “SHOOT YOUR LOAD UP MY ASS!! SHOOT IT 
UP!!”

Bugaboo swiveled his hips and pounded his ass forward.

His cock slid up that Hershey highway again and again.

His big black balls jerked and trembled.

Bugaboo was ready to shoot his load.

He could feel the gallons of jism trembling in his balls.

Begging to be released. Begging to spurt forth up the woman’s ass.

He closed his eyes as he tried to hold back the inevitable.

Bugaboo loved that rich bitch’s ass!

He wanted to fuck her butt canal for as long as he possibly could!

For as long as he could possibly stand the euphoric spasms that coursed through his 
plunging shaft.

Bugaboo suddenly grunted like a wild animal in heat.

Hortense Grant-Willows shrieked as a thick stream of tepid come suddenly exploded from 
the nigger’s pulsating pole.

“YEAH!! YYEEAHHM SHOOT IT UP ME, NIGGER BOY!!” Hortense Grant-Willows shrieked.

Jism flooded the white woman’s butthole.

Load after load of creamy jism spurt from Bugaboo’s piss-slit.

Hortense Grant-Willows begged for more.

Her flabby white flesh wobbled on the crate as her body shuddered with the force of the 
orgasm.

Hortense Grant-Willows had never been fucked so good in her life!

She lay atop the box, loving every load of come that emptied up her butt.

“Thank you, nigger,” Hortense Grant-Willows sighed. “You have done your duty. Now get 
your stupid ass back to the fields!”

Bugaboo jumped up and threw on his britches.

“Yessum, missy, ma’am!” he exclaimed.

He grinned excitedly at the fat white woman.

Who would have ever believed he would have had such a great time with her?

Or course, he would never let the other niggers in the fields know.

And he certainly wouldn’t let his little black girl friend know.

Dotsy would rip his eyes out of their sockets and leave him to bleed!

“Fank you, missy,” Bugaboo said. “I ain’t never gonna forgit dis time.”

“Enjoyed yourself, did you?” Hortense Grant-Willows inquired, a satisfied grin on her ugly 
face.

Bugaboo let the woman know how he felt with a slightly embarrassed nod of the head.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Hortense squealed in delight, clapping her fat hands in delight.

Bugaboo was slightly confused.

“Knows what, missy?” he inquired.

“I knew that if I fucked every slave on this plantation, I would eventually find one that liked
my tight snatch more than he hated my flabby body!”

Bugaboo had to admit that he was the slave fate had chosen.





CHAPTER SIX


Bugaboo thought long and hard about his great time with Hortense Grant-Willows.

Who would have ever believed that he-a brawny black buck with twelve inches of 
throbbing fuckflesh-would hunger for the maidenly delights of a hideously ugly white sow.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Of course, if Bugaboo had ever been given an ultimatum-Dotsy or Hortense 
Grant-Willows-it is obvious which one the boy would choose.

Bugaboo was smitten with Hortense Grant-Willows and would have liked to try her out 
again.

That was all.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, perhaps… ), Bugaboo never again got the chance to sample 
Hortense Grant-Willows’s tight twat or acrobatic anus.

Hortense Grant-Willows moved back to Atlanta the very next day and was never seen 
again.

Master Grant-Willows was very relieved.

He never liked his sister much.

She took up too much room.

The reader may wonder how it was possible that a mere human figure could take up so 
much room in a mansion as big as the plantation house.

The reader obviously has never lived with Hortense Grant-Willows.

The point is, Hortense Grant-Willows left.

Lima Bean never had to service her twat again.

Bugaboo never got to sample her butt and cunt again.

And there were always plenty of leftover scraps for Dotsy and Frizzy after the plantation 
dinners.

One fine day towards the end of summer, Bugaboo and Dotsy stole away from the cotton 
fields for some hot fuck action.

They would have been whipped senseless, of course, had the overseers discovered their 
disappearance.

But Captain Iggerworth and his cohorts had gone into town to buy some new slaves from 
the auction blocks.

The plantation slaves were left, basically, on their own.

Bugaboo and Dotsy ran to the patch of weeping willows that hung over babbling brook.

“Gimmie one kiss,” Bugaboo demanded.

“Sho’ ‘nuff,” Dotsy replied.

She reached up and pecked Bugaboo on his cheek.

“I means one big kiss,” her lover said.

“But I gots ta git back…”

Dotsy gasped.

Bugaboo’s big tongue was shoved between her floppy brown lips.

He pushed it down her throat.

Dotsy’s checkered handkerchief fell from her head and her kinky hair frizzled in the hot 
Georgia sun.

“Lawdamercy!” the girl wailed. “I gots ta have dat big nigger dick o’ your’n up mah tight 
brown hole!”

“Dat’s jest what you is gonna git!” Bugaboo replied.

His thick black fingers trembled as he attempted to undo his burlap dungarees.

They were grimy and covered with dirt from the fields.

And they hung tightly around his meaty body, accentuating the massive bulges of 
rock-hard musculature that the strong nigger was blessed with.

A huge bulge lie between his legs.

Dotsy had already sampled the gargantuan slab of nigger fuckmeat that was situated 
between Bugaboo’s beefy legs.

She had been fucked many time before by the young black breeder.

And she was about to get fucked again.

Raped by her lover’s big bronze cock in the shade of the weeping willows by the babbling 
brook.

Dotsy reached down and undid Bugaboo’s trousers.

The big guy seemed to be having a bit of trouble taking them off for himself.

His massive hands shuddered with sexual desire.

“I loves ya, Dotsy,” Bugaboo grunted in that gruff, dimwitted voice of his.

“An’ I loves ya too!” Dotsy replied.

She thrust her lover’s pants to his knees.

Dotsy looked down at Bugaboo’s thick fuckstick.

The mighty shaft glistened in the sun like a huge bronze pole. It was at least twelve inches 
long.

And twice as thick as one of Mammy’s arms!

Dotsy had always had trouble trying to get her tiny slender hand wrapped around that big
chunk of nigger cockmeat.

And her moist negro pussy lips always ached after Bugaboo pounded his big dick up her 
fuck-hungry hole.

But Dotsy gladly accepted the throbbing pain that made it difficult for her to walk for days
after the big, dumb nigger had shoved his meat up her dark abyss of love.

“you done gon an’ gots me all hard!” Bugaboo grunted.

Dotsy looked down at the stiff, ebony shaft and her eyes got as large as the hotcakes 
Mammy whipped up for her daughters every Sunday morning.

“I ain’t never seen your stick so big afore!” Dotsy gasped. “What you be doin’ wif yourse’f 
lately?”

“Ain’t done nufin’ but think ‘bout you, Dotsy,” Bugaboo grunted.

“Oh, Bugaboo! I really does loves ya!” Dotsy wailed.

She threw her gangly black arms around Bugaboo’s brawny shoulders.

“Takes me here in de shade o’ de willow trees!” the girl gasped. “Shoves dat big black stick 
o’ yours up’n mah hot nigger hole!”

Bugaboo snorted in delight.

He reached forward and fondled Dotsy’s taut, hard nipples with his calloused finger:

Dotsy sighed.

She loved it when Bugaboo caressed her tits!

Bugaboo’s fingers began to knead the firm, ample breasts that the little slave girl had been
blessed with.

“MMM!” Dotsy hummed. “Dat sho’ ‘nuff do feel mighty good! Takes my burlap sack from 
mah lil nigger body! Squeezes mah big nigger tits wif your big black hands! I jest loves it when
ya does dis ta me!”

“An’ I jest loves de feel o’ your big black tits, Dotsy!” Bugaboo replied, gripping the girl’s 
burlap sack and attempting to thrust it from her young body.

“Mmm, mmm, good!” Dotsy exclaimed, reaching down and attempting to stretch her tiny 
black fingers around the massive girth of Bugaboo’s throbbin nigger dick. “Dis big nigger cock
sho’ ‘nuff gonna feels mighty good! It be’se nice an’ hot already! I jest cain’t wait ta feels it 
up’n mah tight nigger twat!”

Bugaboo stripped the burlap sack from Dotsy’s nubile Negroid body.

He uttered a deep, guttural moan of lusty anticipation as the slave girl’s ample breasts 
were exposed to his view.

Her tits were high and firm and seemed to lift and separate entirely on their own.

Her nipples were big and beige.

Although s had spent all over her life toiling under the hot Southern sun for the white 
man, and although her tender young body had been raped and abused numerous times by 
filthy white trash hungering for some nice chocolate pussy, the slave girl’s skin was smooth 
and tender to the touch.

Bugaboo, on the other hand, had not fared quite so well.

His flesh was hard and calloused.

His back was scarred from numerous whip lashes that had been ravaged upon his poor 
nigger body.

But Bugaboo was also one hell of a powerful black buck.

His entire ebony form bulged with muscles.

His ass was beefy and strong.

His legs were like tree trunks, and his strapping chest puffed out like a barrel.

Dotsy loved all these things about Bugaboo.

But most of all she loved the thick twelve inches that throbbed between those powerful 
legs of his.

The big twelve inches of nigger cockflesh that she was trying to wrap her tiny hand 
around.

“I sho’ does want ta takes dis big black dong inta mah mouf!” Dotsy gasped.

“Go right ahead, girl,” Bugaboo grunted.

Dotsy fell to her knees in the grass.

She opened her mouth.

Wide.

She stuck out her moist tongue.

The tip of it lapped against the side of the solid shaft of hardened, black fuckflesh.

Bugaboo ran his fingers through Dotsy’s nappy black hair.

“Dat sho’ ‘nuff feel mighty pleasin’, girl!” Bugaboo groaned.

Dotsy flashed her big black boyfriend a toothy grin and batted her eyelids.

“I’se tryin’ ta git dis big fing in mah mouf,” she said. “But I don’t knows if’n dat be’se 
possible! It sho’ be mighty fat!”

“C’mon, Dotsy!” Bugaboo urged. “You done it befo’! An’ after ya licks mah big black cock, 
I’se gonna fucks your sweet nigger twat!”

“Dat sho’ do sound good ta me!” Dotsy replied. “I’se better git mah mouf ‘round your 
cock, den, ‘coz I cain’t waits ta feel dat fing in mah little fuck hole!”

Dotsy opened her mouth.

Her thick mahogany lips spread as wide as they could.

She brought her head closer to the gargantuan black cock.

Bugaboo helped her by pushing the girl’s nappy head towards his meaty fuck lance with 
his powerful black hands.

The cockmeat was as big as Dotsy’s fist.

But it finally slid into her mouth.

Dotsy tried to run her tongue around the blood-engorged dickhead.

But she could barely move her tongue.

Inch after inch of hot, sweaty nigger flesh entered her gaping mouth.

Dotsy felt like she was going to gag.

She had to breathe through her nostrils.

More and more of Bugaboo’s fat nigger cock violated her mouth.

Bugaboo pushed his hips forward.

Dotsy gasped.

The cockhead slid down her throat.

She reached up with her dainty black fingers that were so used to picking cotton in the 
fields and fondled Bugaboo’s meaty black balls.

The Negroid orbs were as big as goose-eggs and weighed quite a heavy load.

Dotsy’s fingers ran over their wrinkled surface.

“Yeah, Dotsy!” Bugaboo wailed. “Dat sho’ ‘nuff feel good! Ain’t nobody can sucks mah cock
like you, girl! You knows jest how ta pleases me!”

Dotsy gurgled with delight.

Her mouth was totally stuffed full of nigger flesh!

It tasted so good!

And that heavy nigger scrotum felt so good!

“Yowzah, yowzah!” Bugaboo wailed. “I’se gonna shoot mah load if’n ya don’t gits your 
mouf offa mah cock! Ya wants mah nigger juice in your mouf o’ in your cunt?”

Dotsy immediately removed her mouth from Bugaboo’s cock.

She fell back in the tall grass and spread her legs wide.

She offered her hairy, tender nigger pussy for Bugaboo’s pleasure.

“I wants ya ta fucks me!” Dotsy wailed. “I cain’t stands it no longer! Shoves dat big fing 
up’n mah twat!”

“Dat sho’ do suit me fine!” Bugaboo replied.

His burlap trousers were still wrapped around his knees.

He thrust them off and tore off his shirt.

Dotsy arched her back in the grass and looked up at her lover’s bare Negroid chest.

His stomach rippled endlessly.

His chest bulged with muscles.

Tiny hairs covered the surface of Bugaboo’s chest.

Dotsy ran her hands over the silky smoothness of her inner thighs.

Bugaboo got down in the grass beside her.

The willow trees shaded the two fuck-crazed niggers from the afternoon sun.

The brook gently gurgled mere feet away from them.

Soon the two young darkies were locked in a passionate embrace.

The rolled around in the dirt and tufts of long, crisp grass.

Clumps of mud and tiny pebbles dug into their sweaty nigger bodies.

But Bugaboo and Dotsy didn’t care.

They were used to being filthy.

And their lust for one another mounted with each deep kiss they wracked upon one 
another’s hungering mouth so that nothing else in Georgia seemed to matter more.

“Fucks me!” Dotsy begged. “Fucks me, Bugaboo! I ain’t been fucks since Cap’n Iggerworth!
An’ I knows fo’ damn sho’ you be’se better’n dat ole white trash any day!”

Bugaboo’s twelve inches were indeed aching to ravage the tight, moist twat that Dotsy 
proudly sported between her slender, ebony thighs.

He lay Dotsy down in the tall grass and straddled her delicate body.

His turgid cockhead paused for a second at the trembling entrance to her tunnel of 
Negroid delights.

And then he plunged in.

Dotsy wailed like a thing possessed and threw her arms around Bugaboo’s broad 
shoulders.

She could barely get her hands around the brawny nigger’s back.

But she did.

And she dug into that scarred, whipped flesh with her fingernails.

Bugaboo’s cock had stretched her tight pussy cavity to the limits.

His thick black shaft slid up her cunt, pressing against the walls and sending spasms of 
rapture coursing through every limb of Dotsy’s little Negroid body.

Bugaboo buried himself up to the hilt in the brown sugar pot.

His big balls smacked against Dotsy’s pelvic bone.

The girl squealed and spread her legs wider and wider in the grass.

Bugaboo began to fuck.

Slowly at first.

And then with increasing speed.

Increasing fury.

The big nigger was powerful.

And he fucked just like he plowed and toiled under the hot summer sun for the white man.

With strength and blind fury.

Soon he had Dotsy screaming and pounding his back with tiny fists.

Her dainty body bucked and thrust to take all twelve inches in her moist, tight tunnel.

Dotsy’s pussy juices flowed like the rivers of Babylon between her legs.

Bugaboo’s big cock always got her hot!

And this day it was making her absolutely sizzle!

“Lawsy!” Dotsy wailed. “I ain’t felt dis good since de last time ya done gone an’ fucks me!”

“Sho’ ‘nuff feel good ta me, too,” Bugaboo grunted.

He pounded up the tight hole.

“An’ I’se gonna shoots mah load! Dis hot lil hole done gone an’ made me all hot an’ horny!
I cain’t take it no mo’!”

Bugaboo gave one last grant.

His nostrils flared.

His hips ground forward.

His cock plunged Up Dotsy’s squelching twat.

Bugaboo wailed in cunt-lusting glee.

Thick, tepid wads of nigger fuck jism exploded from his cock.

Dotsy squealed as she felt her cunt being whitewashed by the fountain of sticky love juice 
that Bugaboo thrust into her.

And then it was over.

Bugaboo’s load was spent.

The nigger was exhausted.

He pulled out of Dotsy’s raw, ravaged pussy.

“We better git our asses back in de fields!” Bugaboo said. “De cap’ns gonna be comin’ 
back soon wif de new slaves.”

“Okay,” Dotsy said.

She reached for the burlap sack she wore as a dress.

The girl quickly wriggled into her burlap sack.

Although the fuck had made her happy for the moment, Dotsy quickly returned to the 
blue funk Bugaboo had noticed earlier.

“Dotsy?” the nigger slave questioned.

“Hmm?” Dotsy replied, turning around to face her beefy black boyfriend. “What you wants.

Bugaboo?”

“I wants ta knows what be’se de matter wif you.”

Dotsy feigned slight surprise.

“De matter wif me?” she said. “Whatever gave you de idea dat somefing be’se de matter 
wif me, Bugaboo?”

“Mebbe you finks you can hides shit from de overseers an’ from your mammy an’ sistuhs, 
but-”

Bugaboo suddenly cut off.

He had noticed a distinct change in Dotsy’s attitude when he had muttered the word 
‘sistuhs.”

“Be’se dere somefing wrong wif Frizzy?” Bugaboo asked.

“Frizzy?”

Dotsy threw back her head and chuckled with laughter.

“What de hell give you dat idea, Bugaboo?” she asked. “You know ain’t nufin’ in de world 
can bother dat girl. She be’se de silliest, happiest nigger girl in de whole world!”

“Den why you acts like dat when I say sistuhs?” Bugaboo wanted to know.

Dotsy sighed.

She decided to get everything out in the open.

“You is right, Bugaboo,” Dotsy admitted. “Dere is somefing botherin’ me.”

She looked the boy up and down.

“But fo’ de sake o’ de Lawd puts your britches on, Bugaboo! I cain’t talks serious wif your 
cock hangin’ out all over de place!”

“Oops!” Bugaboo grunted. “Sorry ‘bout dat. I is so proud o’ mah big black dick, you knows 
I gots ta shows it off any chance I can git!”

“Well, you done gone an’ shows if off enuf fo’ one day,” Dotsy replied. “Jest shoves it in. 
Dat’s a good boy:..”

Bugaboo did as his girlfriend requested.

His cock disappeared into his burlap britches. Dotsy continued.

“Dere be’se somefing wrong wif me, an” it gots ta does wif mah sistuh,” Dotsy said.

“But you jest gone an’ say dat Frizzy-” Bugaboo was quickly cut off.

“Ain’t got shit ta does wif Frizzy!” Dotsy insisted. “I ain’t got only one sistuh!”

“Den…”

Bugaboo wrinkled his brow in confusion.

“I gots another sistuh,” Dotsy said. “‘Member? Only I s’pose most field niggers done gone 
an’ forgot all ‘bout de other one by now.”

Bugaboo nodded his head with sudden understanding.

“I sees,” he said. “You means your older sistuh. De one dat gots sent up ta de big house an’
be’se livin’ ‘mongst de finery wif de massa an’ his wife an’ his faggot-assed son.”

“Dat son o’ his’n ain’t no faggot,” Dotsy corrected. “He done fucks almost as good as you 
does, Bugaboo!”

Bugaboo scowled as Dotsy continued.

“Anyways,” the girl said. “Lima Bean gots me worried.”

“Why?” Bugaboo questioned. “‘Coz you ain’t seen her in donkey’s years? Ya worries about 
her? Wonders if she be’se all right? Don’t you worries ‘bout dat, Dotsy! De massa treat all de 
house niggers better’n he treat de field niggers!”

“No,” Dotsy said. “Dat ain’t de problem. An’ it ain’t been donkey’s years since I done gone 
an’ saw her.”

Bugaboo gawked.

“Ya means she done snucks outa de house ta visits ya an’ your mammy?”

Dotsy snorted.

“No,” she said. “I don’t finks she ever gonna does dat. Ya sees, Frizzy an’ me, we sneaks up 
ta de big house-”

“What! You is gonna git caught by de massa an’ whipped to a pulp!” Bugaboo gasped.

“I knows,” Dotsy said tersely. “But we bin doin’ in fo’ months, now. An’ de massa ain’t 
caught us yet!”

“Ya better watches dat,” Bugaboo insisted. “O’ you is gonna be’se sorry!”

Dotsy placed her hands on her hips.

“Is you mah mammy?” she asked, glaring at the black boy.

Bugaboo gulped.

“No,” he said. “I is sorry, Dotsy.”

“You bets you is,” Dotsy replied.

She continued.

“Anyways,” Dotsy said. “Lima Bean be’se ignorant an’ cruel ta us when we comes by lately. 
An’ I finks I knows why. Dat be’se what be’se worry in’ me.”

“Why?”

“‘Coz I finks she be’se gettin’ white holes up her cunt an’ loves every last inch!” Dotsy said 
with a tearful cry.

Bugaboo shifted uneasily.

How could he let his girlfriend know that he, too, loved the feel of white flesh?

“Dotsy,” Bugaboo finally said. “I jest don’t knows what ta says.”

“Ain’t nufin’ ta says,” Dotsy replied. “All I knows is I jest lost a sistuh ta de mean white 
devils!”

She wrapped her arms around Bugaboo’s broad shoulders.

“Oh, Bugaboo!” Dotsy gasped. “Tells me how it can happen?! How can it happen?”

“I… I… I finks we better git back to de fields,” Bugaboo suggested.

Dotsy threw the boy away from her.

“Back to de fields! Back to de fields!” she mimicked.

Dotsy turned and stormed towards the rows of cotton.

Bugaboo picked up their half-filled baskets of cotton and shuffled after her.

“Dotsy!” he called. “Dotsy!”

But Dotsy didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She continued running towards the 
cotton fields.

Tears rose in her eyes.

The life of a nigger girl was so pitiful.

So incredibly morose.

So wretched.

How Dotsy wished Good Lord would take her in his chariot in the sky away from it all…





CHAPTER SEVEN


Missy Angelica Grant-Willows was leafing through a dog-eared copy of Mandingo when her 
bed chamber door was pulled open and Fanny thrust a strapping young nigger stud inside.

The kitchen slave slammed the door shut and shuffled downstairs to chop up some sweet 
potatoes for lunch.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows looked the nigger up and down with beady eyes.

Bugaboo was nervous.

He had never been inside the white man’s house before, let alone in the private 
bedchambers of the mistress of the plantation herself!

He gulped and shifted his weight nervously.

He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

His eyes darted around in amazement, taking in all the fineries that surrounded Missy 
Angelica Grant-Willows’s private room.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows continued to check the nigger out from where she lounged 
in her four-poster canopy bed.

She didn’t utter a word.

Her greedy eyes stared at the nigger’s big, broad shoulders.

His meaty pecs .

His thick thighs that were hidden in his burlap pants tied around the waist with a cord of 
rope.

His arms were bulging with muscles.

He stood well over six feet tall.

Missy Angelic;. Grant-Willows licked her lip as she checked out the hefty bulge in his 
crotch.

“You’ll do,” she said quietly. “What’s your name?”

The slave muttered something unintelligible.

“Speak up, nigger!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snapped angrily.”

“B-B-Bugaboo, ma’am…”

“And how old are you?”

“I-I-I…”

“Hurry up, nigger! I don’t have all day!”

“I-I don’t rightly know, ma’am…”

“You don’t know?!”

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows threw back her dainty head and shrieked with crude, 
unlady-like laughter.

“Stupid nigger!”

“S-sorry, ma’am. I jest don’t know.”

“How far back can you remember?”

“W-well, I… I…”

“Come on!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snapped. “Was my husband your master for as 
long as you can remember?”

“Yessum, missy, ma’am…”

“Then you’re at the very least fifteen.”

She looked his body up and down once again. “And at the very most eighteen. I have an 
eye for these things.”

“I-I’se sho’ you does, missy, ma’am…”

“What the hell do you mean by that, nigger?!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snapped.

“I-I means you is a white folk, an’ all white folks be’se smarter’n niggers.”

“I see. Strip off your clothes.”

“M-ma’am?”

“I said, strip off those clothes, you stupid nigger!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snarled.

““B-but ma’am… den I be’se naked afore you!”

“Of course! How the hell are you going to fuck me if you have your clothes on?”

Bugaboo’s eyes grew wide.

“I-I’se gonna fucks ya, missy?”

“Certainly! Why else did you think I wanted you in my bedchambers? Didn’t Fanny tell you 
why you were fetched from the fields?”

“N-no, ma’am. Fanny don’t likes me, ma’am. We ain’t said but two words ta one another 
on de way over!”

“Silly fat wench!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows seethed quietly to herself.

To Bugaboo, the white woman demanded once again, “Strip off those clothes NOW!”

Bugaboo jumped to action.

He pulled his cotton shirt over his head.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows sighed as she cast a fuck-starved glance at the nigger’s 
meaty pectoral muscles.

All that work in the fields certainly had given the young slave a fine physique!

Bugaboo’s calloused black fingers trembled as he undid the rope that tied his burlap pants
around his waist.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows almost clapped her hands with horny glee as she saw the 
massive black dick that hung between the nigger slave’s massive legs.

“My gracious!” the woman gasped. “You must have at least a foot of thick nigger cock 
there, boy!”

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows hummed in delight.

Bugaboo looked down at his flaccid member self-consciously.

“I-I be’se to big fo’ ya, missy?” the slave inquired hopefully.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snorted like a pig.

“Of course not! The bigger the better! And the black the better, I always say!”

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows thrust down her bedsheets.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s eyes grew bigger as he stared at the mistress.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows was stark naked under the sheets!

Bugaboo had hardly ever seen a white woman before.

And the only naked white woman he had ever laid eyes on had been Hortense 
Grant-Willows.

What a difference!

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s flesh seemed so pink, so frail.

Her breasts were tipped with tiny pink nipples.

Her cunt hair was a delicate blonde, just like the hair that cascaded down her shoulders.

Bugaboo could make out two pink pussy lips that poked out of the thick forest of pubic 
hair.

“Climb into bed with me, nigger!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows snapped.

Bugaboo shuffled across the carpeted floor.

He lumbered across the room with jerky, awkward movements.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows ran a moist tongue along her soft, pink lips.

Her dainty fingers tiptoed across her supple breasts.

Bugaboo climbed into bed beside the mistress of the plantation.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows spread her legs.

“Fuck me, nigger!” she breathed.

“Yessum, missy.”

Bugaboo grunted gruffly.

His big black body straddled Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s dainty white hips.

Bugaboo’s massive black member had swollen to erection when he had first laid eyes on 
the white woman’s exposed flesh.

Bugaboo was so well-hung that his cock didn’t stand up when fully erect.

Rather, it hung low, down below his big black balls.

But it was rock-hard and ready for action!

Bugaboo guided his meaty member towards Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s cunt.

The blood-engorged cockhead pressed against her trembling pussy lips.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s cunt was hot and dripping.

How she wanted to feel that big, black cock sliding up her fuck canal!

Bugaboo was quite a heavy load on her dainty legs.

But Missy Angelica Grant-Willows certainly didn’t mind.

She threw her milky-white arms around the nigger’s broad shoulders and waited for the 
initial penetration.

Bugaboo thrust his hips forward.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows gasped in rapture as she felt her cunt being stuffed full of 
hard nigger cockmeat.

Bugaboo began to fuck the mistress of the plantation.

His muscular, young hips shot forward as he impaled Missy Angelica Grant-Willows on his 
massive, foot-long dong.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s breath was forced from her frail form.

She began to pant and gasp as Bugaboo began to pump his cock up her fuck chute.

As Bugaboo fucked his mistress, his thick slab of black fuckmeat glistened with the tepid 
pussy juice that lingered on the walls of Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s well-lubed cunt.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows soon began wailing with fuck-starved rapture.

That big nigger cock felt so good sliding in and out of her twat!

Bugaboo grunted like the animal he was as he pleased the white woman.

His beefy fuck lance plunged deep into her hot fuck hole.

Pussy juices squirted out of the sides of Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s cunt as Bugaboo 
rammed his stiff black rod home again and again.

Her tender pussy lips twitched and shuddered at the feel of such a large member attacking
her with such passion.

Bugaboo was a very good fucker.

He swiveled his hips and impaled Missy Angelica Grant-Willows upon his monstrous cock 
again and again.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s eyes rolled in their sockets as she felt spasms of delight 
coursing through her pussy lips.

Coursing through her limbs.

Making her entire body shudder uncontrollably in a fit of fuck-hungry passion.

Bugaboo was doing his best to please his mistress.

And the slave did his job well.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s slight hips bucked up to meet the nigger’s savage thrusts.

His body dripped with sweat.

Bugaboo’s nigger sweat trickled from his beefy body and dribbled onto her hot, white 
flesh.

It seemed to sizzle as it touched her steaming skin.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s peaches-and-cream complexion was soon flush with the 
exertion of being fucked by the nigger.

She gasped and grunted.

She’ bucked up her hips.

Her mind reeled in sex-starved delight.

And still the simple black slave continued to do his duty.

His muscular asscheeks shone with the perspiration that trickled down his beefy globes.

His pecs were drenched with sweat.

He brought his lips down upon Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s big white tits.

He began to slurp her nipples.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s nipples were tiny and pink.

They were erect.

Bugaboo’s fat nigger lips wrapped around them and he slurped for all he was worth.

His tongue, as coarse as the tongue of a cow, lapped up Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s 
breasts.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows threw her pretty head back and waved it back and forth as 
the nigger licked her tits.

Fanny had never picked a finer fuck-slave for Missy Angelica Grant-Willows before!

Bugaboo’s stiff cock pulled out of his mistress’ cunt until only the blood-swollen head 
remained lodged between her dainty pink twat lips.

Then, with the grunt of a wild animal in heat, the nigger slave shoved his cock back in.

His big, black balls smacked against Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s pelvis.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s fingernails dug into the slave’s back.

She clawed at the sweaty flesh that rippled with muscles.

Droplets of blood from the savage gashes the woman lavished upon the slave stained the 
bed sheets.

Bugaboo barely notices.

He had been whipped so much, his back was so scarred with lashes from the overseers’ 
whips, that it was natural for him to feel his back shredded to a mass of mangled black flesh.

Nigger flesh dripping with blood.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows shrieked like a thing possessed as her pussy juices began to 
flow.

The shaft plunging in and out of her twat was slick with those hot juices.

It made the brutal fuck action even more savage.

Although Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s twat was extremely tight, it was pouring with 
love liquid:

It made Bugaboo’s job easier.

The nigger field slave could feel the jism bubbling up in his massive balls.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s muscular twat was pressing down upon his plummeting 
flesh.

His sensitive cockhead was dancing with orgasmic delight.

The come resting in his balls threatened to burst forth at any moment.

And still Bugaboo continued to slurp on Missy Angelica Grant-Willows’s mounds of tit 
flesh.

He licked her tits as his black cock pumped her twat.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows begged for more.

“FUCK ME!! FUCK MEE HARDER WITH THAT THICK NIGGER COCK OF YOURS!” she wailed, 
tears of joy welling in her eyes.

Bugaboo panicked.

There was simply no way he could hold back that fountain of jism that was bubbling up in 
his big, beefy balls.

He was going to have to shoot his wad!

That woman needed more fuck action than he could possibly perform!

“C-cain’t!” Bugaboo panted. “I’se gonna come! I’se gonna fills ya wif mah hot nigger load!”

“You come now, and I’ll have you whipped!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows shrieked, her 
finger nails clawing the flesh of the nigger’s back once again.

But it was too late.

“UNGH!” grunted Bugaboo as his cock ravaged her hole again and again.

“UNGH!”

“UNGH!”

“UNGH!”

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows suddenly screamed as she felt thick streams of hot nigger 
come filling her tunnel of lust.

Bugaboo’s big shaft pumped load after load of steaming jism deep into Missy Angelica 
Grant-Willows’s dank recesses of love.

The young nigger field slave spurt every last ounce of come from his beefy balls up Missy 
Angelica Grant-Willows’s dancing twat.

Then he pulled out his shaft.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows shrieked in anger.

“Why the hell did you come, you stupid nigger?!” she demanded.

Bugaboo gulped nervously.

“I-I’se sorry, missy, ma’am,” he said. “B-but I don’t tole ya “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU TOLD 
ME, NIGGER!” Missy Angelica Grant-Willows screeched. “GET OUT OF MY BED! NOW!!!”

Her foot shot out and kicked the nigger from the crumpled sheets.

Bugaboo landed with a thud on the floor.

The slave scrambled for his clothes and threw them on as quickly as he could.

Bugaboo ran out of the woman’s bedchambers as quickly as his massive legs could take 
them.

He didn’t dare to look back.

The wrath of Missy Angelica Grant-Willows might have descended upon him further.

Bugaboo swaggered down the hall of the second floor of the white man’s house.

He paused at the landing to the grand staircase and took a deep breath.

“Lawd!” Bugaboo muttered to himself. “Cain’t tell what de fucks goes on in de minds o’ de 
white folk! Sho’ ‘nuff seems crazier’n hell to me!”

Bugaboo descended the stairs, leaving a trail of dirt and muck on the freshly-cleaned 
carpet.

Missy Angelica Grant-Willows would not be happy when she saw the dirt.

But that was what she got for dragging niggers from the fields.

Bugaboo turned a corner and wandered down the hall that led to the kitchen and, 
ultimately, back to the cotton fields.

He collided with a gangly figure in the darkness.

“Lawdamercy!” Lima Bean squealed. “What de hell you be’se doin’ in de massa’s house? 
Why ain’t you out in de fields wif de other niggers?”

“De missy done sent Fanny ta fetches me from de fields,” Bugaboo explained.

He stared hungrily at his girl friend’s sister.

Lima Bean ignored the look of lust.

She placed her hands on her hips and shook her nappy head with disgust.

“Dat damn whore be’se fuckin’ de nigger agin?” she spat.

Bugaboo nodded his head.

“De missy done love mah big black cock,” he explained. “But I done shoot mah wad too 
quickly fo’ her. She done kicks me outa her bed!”

Lima Bean threw back her head and shrieked with unkind laughter.

“Funniest fing I done heard all day long!” she wailed.

Bugaboo scowled.

“Lissen here, missy priss-ass!” he warned. “Jest ‘coz you is a house nigger don’t mean ya 
gots ta be an asshole!”

“Shee-it!” Lima Bean snarled.

She eyed the field nigger with contempt.

“Git your filthy black ass back out to de fields wif de bo’ weevils where you belongs, boy!” 
the house nigger demanded.

Bugaboo snarled.

“I is gonna smack your stupid head silly if’n you don’t stops insultin’ field niggers,” he said.

Lima Bean eyed Bugaboo with more contempt than ever.

“Who de fucks you finks you be’se?” the girl demanded to know. “I is a house nigger an’ 
you ain’t nufin’ but a damn field nigger!”

“Yeah,” Bugaboo replied. “But you is gonna be a battered piece o’ nigger flesh if’n you 
don’t hushes your sassy trap!”

Lima’ Bean whirled around as Master Grant-Willows suddenly entered the hallway.

“Massa!’ Lima Bean wailed. “I caughts dis field nigger wanderin’ about de house. I finks he 
done come ta steals food o’ some such.”

Bugaboo glared at the girl.

Master Grant-Willows approached the nigger and grabbed Bugaboo by the neck.

“Insubordination!” the white man snarled. “I am going to have you whipped to shreds by 
Captain Iggerworth!’

“I-I ain’t come inta de house ta steals, massa,” Bugaboo explained. “De cook done fetch 
me from de fields ta fucks your wife!”

This, of course, was not the most intelligent thing Bugaboo could have said.

The master’s face grew pink with rage.

His grip tightened around the nigger’s neck. “NIGGER BASTARD!” Master Grant-Willows 
shrieked.

He lashed out at the nigger’s broad shoulders. Bugaboo shielded himself from the 
master’s blows.

The fists didn’t hurt the nigger.

But the humiliation certainly stung his pride.

Lima Bean stood in the corner and smirked with delight.

Again and again the master hit the field nigger.

Bugaboo fell to the floor.

The nigger begged for mercy.

“No, massa! No!” Bugaboo wailed. “It be’se the truf! It be’se the truf!”

WHAP!

Bugaboo yelped as the master’s boot cracked against his skull.

“My wife wouldn’t touch a filthy nigger bastard!” Master Grant-Willows wailed.

This, of course, was totally false.

And Master Grant-Willows had known for years that his wife loved a slab of nigger 
fuckmeat.

But the master resented a nigger telling him so.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

He attacked the nigger with his boot again and again.

Lima Bean clapped her little black hands in delight.

“Gits him, massa! Gits him!” the girl wailed.

Her entire body shuddered with mirth.

Bugaboo’s entire body shuddered with agony.

His head ached.

His limbs trembled.

And suddenly the master tired of battering the nigger.

Master Grant-Willows pursed his lips.

SPLAT!

A yellowish gob of phlegm splattered all over the nigger’s face.

Master Grant-Willows turned from the nigger and faced Lima Bean.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing, darkie whore?!” he demanded to know.

The happy smile disappeared from Lima Bean’s face.

“Sorry, massa,” she said. “I guess I gots some work ta does in de kitchen.”

“You certainly do,” Master Grant-Willows agreed. “Make me a pitcher of mint juleps and 
deliver it to my bed chambers.”

Lima Bean smiled once again.

She knew what that meant.

The master was going to give her a hearty helping of his big, white cock!

Her clitoris tingling in anticipation, Lima Bean shuffled down the hall to make the mint 
juleps.

Bugaboo groaned and rolled over on the floor.

He looked up at the master and wiped the spit from his face.

“I is sorry, massa,” Bugaboo muttered.

“You better be nigger!” Master Grant-Willows snapped. “Say something like that again and
I’ll send you to the barn to be whipped to a bloody pulp!”

“No, massa! No!” Bugaboo begged. “Anyfing but dat! Anyfing at all!”

Master Grant-Willows kicked the nigger once again for good measure and stormed down 
the hallway.

He didn’t have the time or patience to deal with insolent niggers any longer.

His dick was aching for a fuck.

And the little kitchen nigger was going to visit him in his bed chambers in a few minutes.

Bugaboo lifted himself off the floor.

His head spun.

The nigger groaned and swayed down the hall, clutching the walls for support.

Never, ever again did he want to visit the white man’s house.

But he knew he would have to.

The next time Missy Grant-Willows wanted his big black cock.





CHAPTER EIGHT


“Somefin’ gots ta be done about dat sassy sistuh o’ your’n,” Bugaboo said to Dotsy.

Dotsy and Frizzy stared.

“What you be’se talkin’ ‘bout?” Dotsy wanted to know.

Mammy looked up from the pile of dishes in the sink.

“Yeah,” the big woman grunted. “What you be’se talkin’ ‘bout mah daughter fo’?”

“Shee-it!” Bugaboo spat. “You don’t knows what done happen today.”

“No, we don’t,” Frizzy said.

“So tells us!” Dotsy demanded.

Bugaboo took a deep breath.

“Fanny done come an’ plucks me from de fields,” he said.

The nigger placed a calloused hand on Dotsy’s shoulder.

“I hates ta tells ya dis, Dotsy,” Bugaboo continued. “But de missy done wants me ta goes 
inta her room an’ fucks her.”

“Damn white whore!” Dotsy spat, angered. “Wants all de nigger cocks on de damn 
plan-tay-shum! Cain’t keeps away from mah boyfriend:”

“You knows I is sorry, Dotsy,” Bugaboo said. “But she done forces me ta sticks mah big 
black dick up’n her twat.”

“What sorta talk be’se dis?” Mammy squealed from the tub she used as a sink. “What you 
be’se talkin’ about wif mah lil girls?”

“Mammy,” Dotsy sighed. “You knows Bugaboo an’ me fucks all de time. An’ Frizzy done 
got fucks by de cap’ns so many times, hearin’ ‘bout big black cocks be’se de least o’ her 
worries!”

Dotsy noticed her sister’s eyes darting between Bugaboo’s spread thighs.

“An’ you jest lays your grubby lil fingers offa mah nigger!” Dotsy warned.

Frizzy gulped and averted her eyes.

She stared with remarkable interest at her fingernails.

Bugaboo continued.

“Anyways,” he said. “I done come to quick fo’ de missy, an’ she done throw me outa her 
bedroom.”

“Silly white whore!” Dotsy exclaimed under her breath. “How long she think you gonna 
keep pumpin’ up her twat?”

“What this gots ta does wif Lima Bean, dat’s what I wants ta know,” Mammy said.

“I is comin’ ta dat,” Bugaboo replied.

He took another deep breath.

“I be’se walkin’ through de hall, an’ I run inta Lima Bean. She be’se comin’ outa de 
kitchen.”

“Wif her nose in de air, no doubt,” Frizzy piped up.

“You said it, girl,” Bugaboo replied. “Dat girl gonna git herse’f a nosebleed one o’ dese 
days! Anyways, I done tole her ‘bout de missy, an’ she done rattle on all about field niggers 
havin’ no place in de white man’s house.”

“Lawd!” Mammy wailed. “De evil o’ de white man done gone inta mah lil girl’s heart!”

“You ain’t joshin’!” Bugaboo replied. “Lissen ta what done happen next!”

“If’n I had dat girl home,” Mammy bantered on. “Her ass would be black an’ blue! Givin’ 
herse’f airs like she ain’t never plucks a bud o’ cotton in her goddamn life!”

Mammy was angry.

Frizzy and Dotsy were anxious to hear the rest of the story.

“Hush fo’ a second, mammy!” Dotsy wailed. “I wants ta hear what dat silly black nigger 
done gone an’ did!”

“Anyways,” Bugaboo continued. “De massa come in, an’ dat whore had de nerve ta tells 
him I done come inta de house lookin’ fo’ food ta steals!”

Collective gasps of horror rang out.

“No!”

“Ya don’t says!”

“Mah lil girl be’se in de clutches o’ Lucifer! Lucifer hisse’f!”

“An’ what you done gone an’ did?” Frizzy wanted to know.

“I done tole de massa de truf,” Bugaboo said. “I done tole him I jest got through fuckin’ his
wife’s soggy twat.”

“An’ what de massa done gone an’ did?” Dotsy gasped.

“He done punch me an’ hit me an’ kick me in de head,” Bugaboo replied. “An’ done tole 
me ta git mah black ass outa his house.”

“Better’n bein’ whipped!” Dotsy said. “Dat’s what he woulda done if’n he believed Lima 
Bean!”

“Dat girl gotta be taught a lesson!” Mammy said. “I is ashamed ta say she be’se one o’ mah
own!”

The woman waddled to the table where the three young niggers sat.

She caressed Frizzy’s nappy head and ran her fingers over Dotsy’s frail shoulders.

“You two girl’s ain’t been tainted by white man’s ways, I is happy ta says… But dat Lima 
Bean… Somefing gotta be done!”

The slaves sat around for a few minutes, wondering what could be done to put Lima Bean 
back in her place.

Suddenly, an evil smile creased Dotsy’s lips.

“I knows!” the intelligent nigger girl said. “I knows what we can does!”

“Tells us! Tells us!” Frizzy begged.

And Dotsy did.

*

Dotsy stared wide-eyed at the master.

The little slave girl shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Come on, nigger!” Master Grant-Willows snapped. “Tell me what you wanted to say! I 
have better things to do with my time than listen you silly darkie whores!”

“Yessum, massa,” Dotsy said with a quick curtsey. “I-it’s jest dat… I don’t wants ya ta gits 
mad at me… Ya sees, I done some bad fings, too. But Lima Bean forces me ta! I swears it!”

“What did Lima Bean force you to do, nigger?” Master Grant-Willows demanded to know.

“She done forces me ta eats all de table scraps she done scraped offa your plates out de 
window!” Dotsy blurt out.

“WHAT?!” Master Grant-Willows shrieked, enraged.

“I-I knows it be’se wrong,” Dotsy continued. “An’ I knows she be’se mah sistuh an’ all, but I 
cain’t sleeps at night finking about it. So I wanted ta comes an’ tell you all…”

Dotsy trailed off.

Master Grant-Willows had already turned around and stormed down the hallway towards 
the kitchen.

A smile played at the corners of Dotsy’s lips.

If that little bit of information didn’t get Lima Bean whipped into her place, nothing would!

*

“Oh, Captain Iggerworth, dear!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows breathed. “Do be a dear and 
let me whip the silly little wench! Do give me the bullwhip!”

Captain Iggerworth was slightly surprised.

But he handed the whip into the woman’s porcelain fingers nevertheless.

“Whatever you want, ma’am,” Captain Iggerworth said.

Amelia Grant-Willows smiled.

She turned to Bugaboo, who stood by her side.

“I want you to watch this, nigger,” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows said. “Because if you tell my
husband what you and I get up to in my private bedchambers again, the same thing will 
happen to you.”

Bugaboo gulped.

“Y-yessum, missy ma’am,” he grunted.

Now that their plan had worked, Bugaboo felt sorry for Lima Bean.

He knew she had been horrible to him.

But that whip was so thick.

So heavy.

It would certainly hurt.

Bugaboo bowed his head in shame.

Lima Bean groaned and suddenly regained consciousness.

The master had beaten her into a semi-coma.

She found that she was shackled to the far wall of the stable.

She was totally naked.

Lima Bean’s eyes flew open.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows stood before her.

Bugaboo was at her side.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows held a thick, long bullwhip in her delicate white hands.

“W-what be’se goin’ on?!” Lima Bean asked in fear. “Where I be’se at?”

“You’re in the barn, you stupid nigger wench!”

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows announced with glee.

“D-de barn?”

“Yes, and I’m going to whip your slimy little ass to pieces! That’ll teach you to waste our 
food on your sisters again!’

“NO! NO!” Lima Bean wailed. “I AIN’T NEVER BEE WHIPPED AFORE!”

“There’s a first time for everything, nigger,” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows announced. “And 
whipping your scrawny black body for the first time is a punishment that’s been long 
overdue!”

Bugaboo watched the scene with slight horror, unable to help the little slave girl.

Dotsy, what we gone done an’ did?! he wondered to himself.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows tightened the grip around the bullwhip.

Her dainty, slender fingers grappled the leather handle.

She lifted the whip above her head.

A sadistic grin grew on her beautiful, white face.

“This is going to hurt you much more than it’s going to hurt me,” Missy Amelia 
Grant-Willows promised.

Lima Bean whimpered and clamped her eyes shut.

Her nigger flesh, stretched out across the rough oak of the stable wall, trembled 
uncontrollably.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows spun the bullwhip in circles around her head.

The whip was so heavy she almost lost her balance.

She shrieked with evil laughter.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows aimed for the nigger girl’s smooth breasts.

She lunged forward with the whip.

SMMACKK!

The whip sliced into Lima Bean’s tender flesh.

The slave wailed in anguish as the leather dug into her skin and plucked a thick clump of 
flesh from her torso.

It splattered on the hay that lined the barn floor.

Tiny droplets of blood followed.

A thick, long gash gouged her skin and ruby red blood spurt down her flesh.

SMMACKK!

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows lunged forward once again.

And again.

And again.

The woman whipped with blind fury, squealing with unbalanced laughter.

Clump after clump of flesh fell from Lima Bean’s body.

Still Missy Amelia Grant-Willows laughed.

And flogged the nigger’s body with brutal savagery.

Bugaboo trembled as he watched the white woman in actin.

Crude, bestial laughter seemed to come from her very bowels.

The big nigger slave seriously feared for Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s sanity.

She seemed to have been swept away in some sort of deranged cold-bloodedness that 
made her lash forward wildly with the whip upon Lima Bean’s ravaged flesh.

Tears coursed down Lima Bean’s cheeks and her body jerked and jumped every time the 
whip lacerated her skin.

Finally, Bugaboo could stand the torture no longer.

He reached forward and grabbed the swinging whip with his mighty hands.

“Missy Amelia! Dat be’se enuf! Dat be’se enuf, ma’am!” he wailed. “You done whipped Lima
Bean’s po’ body to shreds already!”

“Let go of my whip, nigger! Or you’re next!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows growled.

She struggled with the big slave.

But, of course, Bugaboo was far too strong for the dainty white woman to overpower.

He had spent his entire life laboring under the white man’s scrutiny, and his body bulged 
with muscular majesty.

He pushed Missy Amelia Grant-Willows away.

But the poor dumb nigger didn’t know his own strength.

The women sailed through the air and landed on top of the hay on the barn floor.

As she hit the ground her face screwed up with unbelieving rage.

“YOU FUCKING NIGGER ASSHOLE!” the white woman screeched. “I OWN YOU!! DON’T 
YOU EVER STRIKE YOUR MASTER!”

Bugaboo was terrified.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows could very easily have him murdered for his indiscretions!

He dropped the whip to the ground and ran to assist the woman.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows struck out at his firm flesh with her tiny fists.

“GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FILTHY NIGGER! I’LL HAVE YOU CASTRATED AT DAWN! THAT 
WILL TEACH YOU TO TOUCH A WHITE WOMAN!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows wailed.

“B-but I’se only tryin’ ta he’p you up,” Bugaboo grunted.

“AFTER YOU STRUCK ME TO THE GROUND?! HA! JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR MASTER HEARS 
ABOUT THIS! YOU’LL WISH YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!”

Wrath glared in Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s piercing blue eyes as she continued 
slapping the nigger’s coarse body.

Bugaboo continued kneeling by the woman as she hit him over and over.

And suddenly Missy Amelia Grant-Willows stopped.

Her entire body shuddered.

The look of rage smoldering in her eyes extinguished.

Bugaboo wondered what was going on.

He wondered what emotion suddenly lurked in Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s wide eyes.

Then he realized he had seen that look before.

In her private bedchambers.

It was the look of LUST!

Wild, unbridled lust!

The feel of Bugaboo’s meaty body suddenly filled the white woman with a longing that 
had simmered in her loins ever since she had taken that thick, black cock up her twitching 
cunt a few days before.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows hungered for hot nigger fuck action!

(As usual… )

She lusted for big, black cock!

“Fuck me, you silly nigger!” the woman seethed. “Shove that big black rod up my cunt!”

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows thrust her dress from her trembling form.

“NO! NO!” Lima Bean wailed. “I CAIN’T WATCH DIS! I JEST CAIN’T!”

“YOU WANNA BE WHIPPED SOME MORE, NIGGER WENCH?!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows 
snapped.

Lima Bean fell silent.

She shut her eyes.

Nothing could have made her want to witness the white woman take Bugaboo’s black dick
up her hairy hole.

Bugaboo knew that he had better follow Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s every command, or
she would call Captain Iggerworth back into the barn to chop off his balls.

He pulled down his flimsy cotton trousers.

They fell to the barn floor.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows gazed at the thick shaft of nigger manhood with unbridled 
lust.

With fuck-hungry desperation.

“Get your nigger ass down here now!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows demanded.

She spread her legs.

Bugaboo looked between the generous patch of pubic hair that lay between Missy Amelia 
Grant-Willows’s creamy thighs.

The. nigger licked his fat lips.

Maybe Missy Amelia Grant-Willows was a horrible bitch of a white woman, but she sure 
did have an awfully hot cunt!

Bugaboo hated himself for dearly wanting to fuck the mistress.

He glanced around at the wall where Lima Bean hung, a pool of blood forming on the hay 
under her limp body.

The girl’s eyes were still shut.

She wouldn’t be able to see the big smile on Bugaboo’s face as he plunged his cock up 
Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s pink twat.

Good!

Bugaboo grunted.

He straddled the white woman’s spread thighs.

“Shove it in, nigger!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows wailed.

Bugaboo did as his mistress commanded.

The thick, throbbing head of his ebony shaft lingered at the entrance to Missy Amelia 
Grant-Willows’s cavern of delights.

Her pussy lips twitched in anticipation of being raped by the massive tool.

She parted her ruby lips.

Her eyes shut.

Bugaboo plunged in.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows grunted in delight and wrapped her delicate arms around the 
negro slave.

Bugaboo winced.

His thick twelve inches of throbbing cockmeat violated the warm, moist pussy.

The white woman clamped her muscles around Bugaboo’s shaft as he plummeted forth.

His balls smacked against Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s pelvic bone.

The grunt of a wild beast in heat emitted from Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s parted lips.

“Shove that nigger tool up my hole!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows begged.

“Yessum, missy, ma’am,” Bugaboo replied.

His entire cock had slid up the woman’s hole.

Her fingers raked the nigger’s broad back.

Her head shot up and her deft tongue shoved its way between Bugaboo’s thick nigger lips.

The woman wound around the inside of her slave’s mouth.

Bugaboo began to pump.

Soon, Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’ moist tongue had wrenched itself from the nigger’s 
mouth and the lady of the plantation began wailing in delight as the nigger fucked her like 
the jungle savage he was.

He continued to pump.

Bugaboo’s cock slid in and out of Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s dripping twat.

Cunt juice glazed the thick ebony rod.

He plunged back in again so brutally that Missy Amelia Grant-Willows almost felt the wind
being knocked out of her.

Those niggers were so strong, they didn’t realize how delicate a white woman’s body was!

They were too used to fucking their nigger girls’ rough, calloused hides!

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows had been nurtured with the finest of imported from France.

She was as fragile as one of the minuscule china figurines that decorated her 
bedchambers!

But that white bitch sure could swing a bullwhip with deadly precision!

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows bucked her hips up to meet Bugaboo’s strokes.

“Shoot that he nigger come up my cunt, boy!” Missy Amelia Grant-Willows demanded. 
“Shoot it now or I’ll have your balls ripped from your cock!”

“Y-yessum, missy!” Bugaboo gulped.

He hadn’t bee ready to come quite so quickly; he figured Missy Amelia Grant-Willows 
would want him to pump as-le had a few days before.

But the slave began to quicker, his pace.

His strokes became more brutal.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s tight twat wrapped around is shaft, clamping down with all 
the might she co. id muster.

And soon Bugaboo knew that he was about to shoot his load.

“H-here it be’se comin’, missy,” Bugaboo wailed. “I’se gonna shoot!”

“FUCK ME!! FUCK MY HOT, PINK PUSSY, NIGGER BOY!”

“Dis be’se awful!” Lima Bean moaned to the wall.

But the two sweaty, humping figures paid the girl no mind.

They were too wrapped up in the smell of each other’s flesh, in the feel of their bodies 
intertwining and being locked in fuck-hungry ecstasy!

Bugaboo thrust up the tight, wet hole one last time.

His come exploded up Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s twat.

Missy Amelia Grant-Willows shrieked in delight.

The two bodies collapsed on the straw.

Bugaboo tugged his dick out of Missy Amelia Grant-Willows’s twat.

“Thank you,” the woman gasped.

She struggled to get up.

She looked over at Lima Bean’s battered, whipped figure hanging on the wall.

“Ha, ha, ha!” the woman wailed with delight. “I got fucked and you got whipped!”

Lima Bean snarled.


THE END
