Plantation Slaves (11 page)

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

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

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

"How can I tell you from Paris?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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