Plantation Slaves (16 page)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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