Authors: Powerone
Plantation Slaves (6 page)
"Ready, Samuel.” They worked together as one, Samuel pulling his finger back just in the split second before the whip slashed across her hips, catching the lips of her pussy, the cross pushing her loins out. She shrieked in pain, even as Samuel's finger returned, this time masturbating her more urgently, now pinching her clit, yanking her pussy lips, fucking into her tight, virgin hole as she panted.
She didn't think she could stand another strike of the crop, but she felt the fingers leave her, knowing the whip would soon replace it. She looked in shocked disbelief as the whip came up from the floor between her legs; Sarah screaming before it even hit her. She couldn't believe the pain as the crop slammed up between her wide-spread thighs to hit her on her unprotected pussy. The firm, unyielding leather slashed aside her puffy outer lips to leave her sensitive inner pussy exposed to the bite of the crop. Her feet almost left the ground as her body was jerked up from the unexpected pain that raced through her loins.
Samuel thrust his finger inside her again, his other hand feeling the heat of her pussy as he plucked her pleasure organ erect. Her insides clung to his finger as her body jerked, this time in pleasure. He played her body, Jerry Lee leaving her time to get aroused, lightly tapping at her erect nipples, her pussy clamping on his finger each time Jerry Lee ignited the pain in her breasts.
They alternated between pleasure and pain for five painful minutes, Sarah dancing between the cruel masters that took her body for their pleasure. Her pussy felt torn, her nipples throbbing from the bite of the crop. Each time Samuel would return to play upon her emotions, bringing her so close to the orgasm, only to be disappointed as Master lashed her between her legs. Finally, she had to end the pain, letting her body go, hoping that they would be happy if she came. And come she did, her body going into the throes of pleasure, her nipples swelling up as the pleasure raced between her legs. Not even the harsh slash between her pussy lips could stop the orgasm that raced through her body, or maybe it was what sustained it. Her pussy juices flowed profusely on Samuel's plunging finger as they played her body and the orgasms washed over her. Each time she thought it was over, Jerry Lee would slice the crop over her nipples or between her legs. Each time another orgasm would wash over her body. Finally she succumbed to the pain and pleasure; her body slumped in the bondage. The cum dripped down her inner thighs, Sarah humiliated that they had made her cum while punishing her. She was afraid of what Master would do when he brought her home. She knew he would buy her and she feared that the most.
They pulled her down, Samuel having to hold her naked body upright, her legs unable to hold her up. “I'll take her” was the only thing Jerry Lee said as he left the room. “Add her to the others and have them ready in two hours,” he yelled back.
Jerry Lee and the General found a private room, Samuel bringing them each a girl to take out their lust on before their long trip home. Each had their preference, the General's hard cock between the light-brown thighs; Jerry Lee's cock inside a jet-black girl. Madison excused herself, finding a room to masturbate, willing to wait until she got home to enjoy the pleasure of the thick black cock that she had bought. They all left satisfied, but they all thought of what new adventures awaited them, their wagon filled with over twenty new slaves; Sarah, Mary, and the large black buck sitting cramped next to each other, none realizing how intertwined their lives would be in the future.
It was almost a party; everyone gathered in the large living room of the plantation. They had returned home two days ago, the overseers indoctrinating the newest slaves into their new life. Now it was time for the family to see the latest collection of slaves that the General had purchased, especially the ones purchased for the express purpose of being used sexually.
The living room was huge, as big as most peoples farmhouse. There were at least three separate sitting areas. The whites would sit in luxurious comfort, where the black female or buck would be brought in, stripped naked and humiliated as they were probed and examined intimately in full view of the whites. The festivities would last all day, drink and food amply supplied by the black slaves, forced to watch their own kind humiliated.
The General sat back in his leather chair with a black leather ottoman in front of him, the leather stained with the sweat of the blacks that had already graced it, forced onto their knees in front of him, stripped naked for his intimate inspection. Near him sat his two younger daughters, Savannah and Charlotte. Savannah was married to a naval Captain, his ship out to sea for the last two months now. Charlotte was the beauty between the two of them, though she was not married. The General suspected that she liked girls more then men, but he never failed to let his children lead their own lives. And since he had his own perversities, he allowed his children their own. No matter what they were.
Savannah would masturbate tonight, enjoying the ritual of the new slaves. It had been a long time since she was intimate with her husband, seeing the men of the house defile the new girls, most of them virgins, gave her great masturbatory fantasies. She would often peek undetected into the rooms as the girls lost their virginities, her fingers beneath her petticoats as she watched a hard cock thrust between the black thighs of a girl, cumming when the girl cried out as her innocence was taken brutally from her. Looking at her you would never even fathom that she was that decadent, her dark hair hanging long down her back almost to her waist, framing the soft features of her face, her eyes so innocent. She had a lovely body that many a man swooned to possess never realizing the hellion that she was in bed once her innocence was lost. Only her husband graced her succulent white thighs now, Savannah fucking back with such passion. No act was off limits to her husband since Savannah was sure that on his long voyages to distant ports he partook of the local girls, always coming home with a new sexual position or act. She didn't want to lose him so she consented to whatever perverse act he desired, giving up her virginity to him, not only of her pussy, but her mouth and even her ass. She was afraid of his return from China. When he visited Japan, he came back introducing Savannah to tight rope bondage. She couldn't even fathom the perversities of the yellow-skinned Chinese girls.
Charlotte rubbed her wet thighs together beneath the layers of petticoats, eyeing each girl with desire. Her father would probe each one with his fingers, seeing the girls cry out when he stuck his finger in tight virgin holes, their faces shamed as they kneeled submissively before him, naked and spread. Charlotte's body was not as full as her sister Savannah, her breasts small in comparison, but capped with large nipples that swelled with little provocation. She had the classic hourglass figure, her dress cinched tight around her waist until she could hardly breathe. Her full hips were made for child bearing and a plump ass that swayed with such sensuality that made men stared unashamedly as she walked. But it was not men she desired, but females. She had never had a female lover that was not coerced into performing the acts she required of them. The city was a long way from the plantation, a place where like-minded girls might reside, instead Charlotte taking her lust out on the black slaves. On rare occasions she would find some white girls that ended up on the plantation. They were often hesitant, but they would be persuaded in the same manner as the blacks, forced brutality.
Mary was brought in, standing next to the General, her hands at her side, shivering in fear as he looked at her with the same lust that he had at the auction. They had dressed her in a new dress, tiny buttons that went from her neck to her waist, the fabric pulled tightly over her naked breasts underneath, Mary unable to stop her nipples from growing hard. They gave her no underwear, her thighs sticking together as she sweated in fear.
"Is this your favorite, Father?” Savannah knew of her father's lusts and by the bold bulge in his trousers, this fair-skinned black incited his lust. She would peek in and watch her Father degrade this girl. The young girl would soon learn the cruelty of the white man from a man forty years her senior, her innocence lost by the cruel thrust of his hard cock.
The General didn't answer her. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore her, he just didn't want Mary to realize that she was desired. That would be too much power to give to a black. He sat up in his chair, his prized possession just inches from him. He could smell the fear on her, his cock hardening at the thought. He stood up, his large body towering over the cowering girl. He lifted up her chin until her eyes looked into his. She had lovely thick lips, made for cradling a thick cock between them. His fingers traced around her mouth; Mary's lips trembling as his finger played along the silky bottom lip. He circled her mouth, pressing outward each time he made a revolution, drawing her mouth open into a wide ‘O'. Her pink tongue was just inside, shrinking away from his fingertip. He pushed one finger in her mouth. “Close your lips on my finger.” She obeyed without question, her wet lips feeling so good on his finger. He began to draw his finger in and out, just as he would do with his cock. A second finger joined the first, sawing in and out of her tightly clenched lips; Mary's eyes opened wide. He pushed a third finger and finally a fourth in her mouth, her lips stretched tight at the corners, his fingers running harshly over her tongue as they plunged deeper into her mouth. His other hand held the back of her head, making sure that she didn't try to push away. His fingers were slick with her spit as they pushed to the back of her mouth. He held her head tight as he pushed until he felt her struggle, his fingertips hitting the back of her mouth. He held them in tight, pressed against the opening to her throat. Her eyes watered as he pushed in, a gag from her muffled mouth, a sharp struggle, his hand more powerful and her head held submissively still as his finger slid into her gullet. Another gag as she choked on his finger, her throat opening wide, the General pushing more fingers into her throat as her muscles tried to push them out.
It was terrible, the General sticking his filthy fingers in her mouth, Mary unable to do anything as he held her head still with his strong hand. In and out he pressed them; more and more fingers joining the lone one until her lips almost tore in the corners. Her mouth was filled with spit, unable or unwilling to swallow it, the taste of his fingers soiling her taste buds. Her stomach turned over as he choked her, her throat opening up, his fingers plunging into the tiny hole as it felt like he was trying to drive his fingers into her stomach. She choked and gagged, but the General seemed to enjoy it, his fingers moving around in her tight throat as her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. He finally pulled them out, wiping his wet hand on the front of her new dress, staining it wet.
"Nice tight throat. Her muscles fight well. She'll prove enjoyable.” He spoke, not to anyone in particular, more for himself. His cock was thick at the thought of throat fucking her, pinning her to the bed as his hips drove his thick cock in and out of her unwilling throat until he came.
His hand cupped one of her tits, her body jerking from the unexpected touch. “Sensitive.” His fingers curled around her firm breast, teasing close to the nipple that pushed out the flimsy garment without actually touching it. He remembered her big areolas, squeezing his hand on the flesh until it bulged between his fingers. He heard her moan softly, her feet shuffling as he compressed her luscious flesh. He squeezed harder, his powerful hand able to crush her flesh with ease. He released it, the firm flesh springing back to life, the nipple harder now. He brought both hands up, his large hands able to encircle both of her breasts in spite of their large size. He squeezed while watching her eyes as he compressed the flesh until he saw her cringe in pain. He kept up the pressure, finally releasing them, the hard nipples pushing out the dress obscenely. “Nice firm tits.” They would take nicely to the whip. Once he fucked her, he could whip her tits until his cock grew to attention again. Maybe even fuck his cock between them, making her hold them together like twin pillows.
Her breasts hurt, but she stayed still, afraid of displeasing Master. Her nipples swelled, Mary unable to stop them. The General was harsh, making Mary afraid of what he might do to her. She looked down as his large hands began to unbutton the tiny buttons with such precision, the brown skin of her bosom slowly revealed as he peeled back the top of her dress. His fingers tickled her skin as he unbuttoned all of the buttons to her waist, goose bumps appearing on her skin from his unfamiliar touch. He pulled it back, sliding it over her arms until it hung uselessly at her waist, Mary standing naked to the waist, her breasts heaving up and down.
He cupped the bare breasts, his fingers plucking at the nipples, making them swell further under his touch. He pinched the nipples harder, pulling on them, Mary arching her back. His hands slid down to her waist, pushing the rest of the dress down over her full hips, the material tearing as he stripped her in haste. He shoved it down to the floor until Mary was standing naked in front of him, her black bush highlighting her lush thighs.
"Maybe you would like to try out her mouth, Father.” Charlotte stood up wanting to test this new brown beauty.
The General's cock needed relief, the young girl's mouth hot and tight. He knew that Charlotte wanted an excuse to touch her, so why not enjoy her mouth while Charlotte enjoyed probing her body. He had no qualms about letting his daughters see his organ, the General proud of his thick cock in spite of his age. “Thank you, Charlotte. Have her straddle the ottoman. That should spread her legs nice and wide and stop her from closing them.” Charlotte would have complete access to every intimate part of Mary's body while he fucked Mary's mouth. He drew open his trousers, fishing into them to pull out his cock, Mary panicking as he took out his big, white cock. It hung out, eight inches of cock that grew even more from the sight of Mary's naked body being arranged on the ottoman.