Authors: Powerone
Plantation Slaves (15 page)
Her squirming on his cock brought such joy to him, squeezing the head of his cock with pleasure, racing down to his balls, making them tingle. He pushed harder, sliding another inch of cock into her, grunting as he fought hard to impale her. He pulled out, then back in, gaining another inch, grunting with each thrust inside her. He yanked his cock out until only the head was gripped tight, then thrust back in, shoving hard with his hips until half of his cock was inside her clenching bowels. Her soft, round tube slid possessively around the shaft of his cock, the muscles rippling up and down, her tight anal ring sliding along the shaft like a tight rope. It had been a while since he had fucked such a tight asshole.
It bore into her like a drill, her stomach cramping as the thick head pushed aside all resistance painfully, the cock touching her in places that were not meant to be touched from the outside. It hurt just as much when he pulled out, feeling like her guts were being yanked out. She shivered in fear as he pulled out, pausing, Mary knowing that he would drive it back in. She bit into the gag as he took her with a powerful thrust that drove half of his cock into her, her hips twisting back and forth as she tried to escape, but his hips followed her every movement, his cock still firmly embedded in her asshole. In and out he thrust, her insides beaten into submission by the punishing cock, barely able to breathe, her mouth gagged and her nose clogged from her sobbing. His hands gripped her hips, making her hips move, caressing his cock with her tender insides. It felt like it would never end, each time the cock going deeper in her guts, her stomach cramping as it pushed aside her organs.
His abdomen slapped against her ass cheeks with a powerful thrust, the General trying to drive his cock through her body. He felt his cock deep in her bowels, her soft passage clinging to his shaft as it jerked inside her. He paused for a moment, his cock gripped by her guts. “How do you like it, Mary? A big cock up your asshole. You bring me such joy.” He pulled out, dragging his cock out of her tight hole, grunting until only the head was trapped by her tight anal ring. Then back in, this time making her take the full measure of his cock, his hips not stopping until he buried the head of his cock deep into her guts. He didn't pause, the cum bubbling in his balls, his orgasm close, pulling out and plunging back in again, his body slapping against hers, his balls shooting under and slapping her between her legs.
The rape of her pussy was bad enough, but this was worse. Each time he shoved his cock into her intestines, he would shove aside her organs, stretching her passage until her stomach ached from cramps. Her rectum was beaten into submission, the muscles unable to do anything, her anal ring gliding up and down his shaft, a painful burning from the stretched skin. And the General never let up, his hips pumping in and out, her asshole going from empty to full in only seconds. He was sweating profusely on her back now, his rapid breathing signally his fast-approaching orgasm. She was humiliated at the thought of him filling her bowels with his cum, unable to stop this terrible ass rape.
"EEEEEEWWWWW.” The General's head threw back as he came in her, his cock buried deep into her guts, spewing his ropey cum in powerful jets inside her asshole. He pulled out, slipping his cock back in, another jet of cum preceding it as it slid easily along her cum drenched asshole. He gave her five more strokes with his cock before he buried it deep into her cum drenched guts. He felt his orgasm leaving him, his cock shrinking inside her. He paused, straining to keep his cock inside her as her muscles fought to throw the invader out. Finally he lost, his limp cock pushed out with a loud pop, the General sitting up between her legs as his river of cum was also pushed out her asshole, the milky white cum leaking down her thighs. Her asshole was red and swollen, the tiny hole still open as if it hated to see his cock leave. He got up, putting on his robe as he left the room, Mary sobbing as the door closed behind him.
She couldn't move for almost an hour, the pain too much still in her backside, sure that she was ruined forever. She was surprised that she was not torn, but her insides still felt raw, walking was hard. The next morning she could barely get out of bed, finally able to walk, each step igniting a pain in her ass, a reminder of his ass rape.
Kaitlyn watched the twins like a hawk, knowing that it wouldn't be long before they screwed up. And she was right, only threes days had passed when she heard the loud clatter of dishes hitting the floor and the sound of breaking china. She heard the gasp, recognizing Emily's hushed voice. She ran into the pantry, finding Emily and Paris on the floor trying to sweep up the mess.
"You stupid cows!” Her hands were clenched into fists as she saw the mess on the floor, at least five dishes broken, the twins desperately trying to clean up the mess. “You'll pay for this! Wait until Master hears about it!"
"Please, Mistress. Don't tell Master. We didn't mean it.” Paris was already crying, Emily trying to hold back the tears. They were both afraid of what Master would do to them.
It was bad enough when they had to strip to the waist in front of everyone, what would they do for breaking the dishes?
Kaitlyn ran from the room, ignoring their pathetic pleas for mercy, hurrying off to find Jerry Lee. She found him outside, supervising a group of blacks unloading a wagon full of supplies. She ran over to him, out of breath.
Jerry Lee saw Kaitlyn coming over, running as if her life depended on it. “What's the matter?"
She huffed as she tried to catch her breath. “Those cows broke some of the best china.” Her head bent over, her half-naked bosom heaving up and down, Jerry Lee not immune to gazing at the wide expanse of white flesh revealed to him in her bent over position.
"By cows, I presume you mean the twins?” They had both waited for this, eager to break in the white trash. It wasn't that they needed an excuse, it just made it so much better when they thought they were the cause of all the anguish they would give them.
"Of course,” Kaitlyn gruffly answering back.
"I have to finish this. Tonight, after dinner. Have them brought to the room. The house will be filled with their screams tonight.” The room was a special room in the house, all set up with various bondage furniture, where lovely females, white or black, could be brought for punishment, a fine selection of whips, paddles and crops available. Couches and beds were available where the virginity of reluctant girls could be taken; Paris will be the first to lose her cherry to Jerry Lee. She might not talk much, but tonight she would scream well.
They came for them after dinner, Mistress and one of the white overseers. Emily didn't say a thing, knowing they were in enough trouble already. They walked down the long hallway; the light harsh from the lamps on the walls. At the end of the hall were two large doors, a brighter light shining out from underneath the bottom of the doors.
Kaitlyn opened the door, watching the expressions on the girls’ faces as they saw the inside. First there was shocked disbelief, both of them beginning to sob as they saw the whips and crops laid out neatly on the long table and the crosses with the chain and rope that would hold them tight for the punishment. The overseer left them inside, slamming the door behind as he left.
Jerry Lee stood ready, his cock bulging out his pants as Kaitlyn led the lambs to slaughter. He remembered the nice tits and couldn't wait to see between their legs. “Bind Paris with her face to the wall. Emily, face forward. She can see as we work on her sister."
It was useless to fight, both girls submissively allowing Jerry Lee to secure them to the wall. There was a large wooden board high up, four cuffs hanging from the iron nail in the wall. Paris had her hands pushed up high, almost having to stand on her toes while they secured her in two of the cuffs, her wrists hurting as the cold iron dug into her tender flesh. Paris found her arms spread wide, her body already aching as her muscles grew taut. She felt the calloused hands of Master on one ankle, gripping it and pulling it until she found her leg spread wide to one side. The cold iron dug into her flesh, the clank loud as the iron cuff was tightly secured. His hand grabbed her other ankle, Paris fearing this the most. She knew from the way her arms were bound, her legs would also be spread, not surprised when her crotch began to ache as her leg was spread wider and wider.
It was the first time Jerry Lee had heard Paris say anything. Actually it was more of a moan then a word, finally securing her legs until she was spread in a wide “X", her legs and arms drawn taut by the bondage. He then went to work on Emily, staring into her frightened face as he duplicated the position Paris was in, only facing forward. He looked down to her heaving breasts as he secured her arms, the lovely flesh pushed up by the wide bondage. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs and securing them until he was satisfied with her body in just the right position. She would be able to see her sister being whipped, knowing that it would be her turn after that.
"Now, I think they have too many clothes on.” Kaitlyn moved next to Emily first. “You already showed us those lovely tits before, so it shouldn't embarrass you.” Kaitlyn had a small knife in her hand, making short work of the shoulder straps on the top of the dress until it fell down, Kaitlyn pushing it over her breasts, hanging uselessly at her waist. A quick slice of the knife down her chemise, the thin fabric separating, Kaitlyn folding it back over her breasts, revealing them to the bright light of the room.
It still humiliated her to be stripped naked in front of them, now more so because she was bound. She could feel the cool chill of the night fall over the upper part of her body, now naked. She saw Master straining to look at her breasts, noticing the big bulge in his pants.
Would he take her virginity tonight? Of course not, his wife was here. He was trying
to scare them worse then they were already.
Then she felt it, soft hands cradling her breasts. She looked down, shocked to see Mistress caressing her breasts, Emily struggling to stop the tingling she felt in her nipples as the soft fingers came so close to touching them. No, she couldn't let another woman excite her. That was so wrong. She looked down, humiliated that her nipples were becoming erect.
Kaitlyn hefted her tits up in her hands, her fingertips finally playing across the nipples, feeling them spring to life. She snapped at the hardening buds as they grew from her fondling, finally releasing her breasts so she could concentrate on the nipples. She gripped each one in two fingers, looking into Emily's face as she tightened her grip. She saw Emily's mouth curl in pain, Kaitlyn twisting them until Emily finally cried out. “You don't like your nipples played with?” She released them, seeing them harder than before. “They say otherwise. Maybe Master will play the whip across them. Would you like that?” She pinched them again, a cry of pain from Emily's lips satisfying her. For now.
Emily looked down as Mistress slowly rolled her dress up, higher and higher up her legs until finally the bottom of her underwear was revealed as well as the black stocking that Mistress had given them to wear. She felt the pin prick of the knife as Mistress cut away her underwear. She turned red in shame as they fell to the floor. They hadn't stripped her naked before, only from the waist up. Mistress stepped back so Master could see better.
Jerry Lee looked at her, the blonde bush barely visible, her slit revealed, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and exposed. She looked lovely, her dressed rolled up around her waist, naked above and below. The smooth, white skin would soon be laced with red welts, as soon as he finished with her sister. “Lovely little cunt.” He moved behind Paris. “Now your turn. I'm going to make you naked then I'm going to whip your ass. If you're good to me after I whip you, I'll spare you another beating.” His hand slid over her ass, the firm flesh jumping beneath his touch. “You might not talk now, but you'll beg me to fuck you before I've finished whipping you."
Paris felt her clothes pulled from her body, the knife slicing along her waist as he cut her underwear from her body. In only minutes she found herself in a situation similar to Emily's, almost naked, her ass revealed to him. She was almost sure that he could see her pussy from behind, the wide spread of her legs preventing her from hiding her most intimate charms from his prying eyes. She looked over her shoulder, fear in her eyes as she saw him sorting through the whips on the table. Not even her Daddy had beaten her with a whip, though she did find herself thrust over his lap, his hand spanking her naked ass when her mother wasn't around.
Jerry Lee tested out the riding crop, a good instrument to start with. It would make a nice slap on her fragile skin, turning it pink as he beat her ass. He would use a whip on her back, a twenty-strand whip to maximize the area he covered. And finally, a quirt to slice up between her legs and her cheeks to attack her pussy and asshole until she begged him to fuck her. Only then would he bed her down, his cock eager to enjoy the hot, tight virgin hole made all the more tender by the quirt.
"Whip the bitch. Teach her a lesson.” Kaitlyn moved next to Paris. “You might not talk much, but you'll use that tongue on me before the night is over.” She couldn't wait until she could force Paris to lick her quim.
The first sound from Paris was more of a gasp in shock as the riding crop slid over her virgin cheeks. The harsh leather slapped across the white flesh, Paris's cheeks growing taut as the sharp bite of the crop hit her flesh. Jerry Lee saw the pink line from the crop; moving onto the other cheek, loving the way her cheeks danced to the music of the crop. He started at the top of her cheeks, working his way across and down the firm flesh; the wide expanse of her legs allowing little movement except for a side to side movement of her hips that made him excited by the way her pussy opened and closed from behind. It looked like she was erotically rolling her hips to entice him, not trying to escape the harsh bite of the crop. Her gasps became cries of pain when he got to the tender flesh where her ass cheeks met her thighs, the soft, tender flesh striped by the crop. He could see the crop hitting so close to her pussy, her body jerking each time as if she could escape wherever he chose to beat. She began to sob when he picked up the heavy twenty-strand whip. He slapped it down on the table, Paris turning to see the loud bang that ricocheted off the walls.