Authors: Powerone
Plantation Slaves (17 page)
Jerry Lee's cock stood out straight, hard again, the screams of Emily exciting him. Her belly was whipped, knowing that Kaitlyn would work on her lovely tits now, Emily having no choice but to push back and try to escape the whip. He pressed close against her until he cushioned his cock between her cheeks, feeling her tighten her ass cheeks from the unfamiliar touch of his cock behind her. “Yes, that's lovely, Emily.” Her ass cheeks clenched so nicely on his cock trapping the head between her powerful cheeks.
She felt the slippery flesh between her cheeks, Emily subconsciously clenching her cheeks in protest to the rude intrusion. She heard his comment, ashamed that her actions only incited his lust. The thick flesh pulsated between her cheeks, pushed against her anus. He didn't move, letting it rest against her tiny hole, feeling it jerk each time her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched.
Kaitlyn swept the whip up, catching the soft underbelly of Emily's right tit, the four strands shooting up to curl so close to her nipple. Kaitlyn watched as her large tit jiggled erotically, four pink stripes gracing the pure white skin. And then there was the scream, Emily looking down through tear-stained eyes at her damaged breast, a look of disbelief etched on her pain-wracked face.
The whip left very little of her breast untouched, the four strands scraping across the wide expanse of her breast, making it jerk up and down even after it left. And the pain was horrific, Emily not believing another woman would hit such a delicate spot, but as she watched the whip come forward again, this time striking the other breast, the pain no less this time. She tried to escape the pain, her body jerking back in the tight confines of the bondage, only to feel the thick cock pressed up against her asshole, the oiled head stretching her anal ring until Emily's hip shot forward to avoid the impalement. It hurt, just the tiny bit of cock that was pushed in, sure that she would never be able to stand all of it inside her. She braced herself for the next strike of the whip, not wanting Master to be successful in sticking his cock up her backside.
Jerry Lee waited patiently, knowing that Kaitlyn would soon be successful in forcing Emily back on his sodomizing cock. It would only be a matter of time and pain. And her cheeks were so pleasurable, clenching and unclenching as the pain rushed through Emily's body, squeezing the head of his cock. Twice more Kaitlyn let the whip strike under Emily's breasts driving them up and down, bouncing nicely on her chest as she screamed in pain. He held his cock around the shaft, holding it rigid as he waited for the next bite of the whip. He knew Kaitlyn would be attacking the nipples now, and Emily would learn the lesson the hard way as she tried to push back and escape the whip, only to impale her asshole onto his waiting cock.
Both of her breasts were red, welts appearing all the way to the areolas, tiny rivulets of blood running down her white flesh. The pain was terrible, but nothing like the one that hit her now. She should have seen it coming, but the whip changed paths in mid stream, this time the four knots seeking out her hard nipple, Emily unable to stop them from becoming erect. It felt like a sword was slicing into it cutting it off as she screamed and shuddered in pain. Her ass moved back unable to stop the natural reaction of her body. She screamed again, this time the pain in her ass, the hard cock waiting for her, her anal ring forced wide open as her hips shot back, impaling the thick head in her rectum before she could do anything but scream in pain. It hurt worse then the whip, the tiny hole forced so wide that Emily was sure that it tore her open. She tried to move away, but his hips followed her, her rectal muscles clenching tightly on it as she jerked back and forth.
Another slash of the whip and her other nipple was visited by the harshness of the leather knots, tearing the pink flesh until it turned bright red, tiny drops of blood forming on the tip. Emily's body jerked in pain, back and forth as she took it from both sides, the whip on her tits and Jerry Lee's cock in her ass. Kaitlyn was sure that Jerry Lee was seated in her rectum, just waiting for Kaitlyn to whip her pussy. That would be enough to drive his cock deep into her bowels as he sodomized her. Kaitlyn was glad she never allowed Jerry Lee to fuck her in the ass, instead Kaitlyn offering up the slaves for his perverse pleasure. Twice more she tore at Emily's nipples, both of them bleeding profusely, the heavy flesh of her battered breasts bouncing around.
Emily was being punished on both sides. Her breasts hurt so bad, sure that she would be ruined forever, blood rushing out her wounded nipples. And her asshole, impaled on his cock, the thick flesh feeling like a fence post sitting inside her, jerking in pleasure each time her body jumped in pain. She could feel just the head of it inside her and, knowing the massive size of his cock, she had too much more to take inside her. She knew that would be painful. Almost as much pain as the whip between her legs. She took a deep breath of air as she saw Mistress swing the whip up from the floor, almost as if in slow motion as it sliced between her white, wide-spread thighs. The tips of the whip disappeared between her legs, the slap of the leather and the pain following quickly. Her body jerked up as if trying to escape the whip, then her ass shot back, the pain overpowering her senses as she forgot the cock that was wedged in her asshole. She was filled with four inches of thick, iron-hard cock before she could stop her hips from going back any farther. She tried to pull her asshole off the sodomizing cock, but Master held her hips, his body following hers, his thick flesh trapped in her clenching asshole.
Her asshole danced on his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the shaft as she screamed in pain. It was so hot and tight, the unbelievable tightness of her round hole gripping his cock in a warm blanket. He was glad he had just cum, able to hold his orgasm, able to fuck her slow and long. “Careful with the whip, Kaitlyn. I wouldn't want you to cut my balls with it.” He pulled his cock almost from her asshole, looking down between her cheeks, her anal ring gripping his cock so lovingly.
It felt worse when he took it out, Emily concentrating on the thick cock in her ass, forgetting all about Mistress and the whip until Emily heard the sickening splat of the whip between her legs. The four strands felt like they had eyes, seeking out her slit, pushing aside her lips to attack the intimate inner flesh, the sharp knots cutting the tender flesh until it bled. She screamed, her hips thrown back in pain, her asshole impaled on six inches of rock hard cock, tearing her insides as it plunged painfully into her intestines. She felt so full back there, her insides shoved aside by his thick shaft.
Was it all the way in?
He pulled his cock out, her insides sucked out as he did. When only the head was gripped by her anal ring, the whip slashed up between her thighs with a sudden thump that shook her body. The pain in between her legs rivaled the pain in her backside as her hips threw back and impaled her asshole on his cock. She felt his stomach pressed against her ass cheeks, knowing that all of his cock was in her guts, gulping as if she had just swallowed it. Everything below her waist was in pain.
Jerry Lee couldn't wait any longer. Her hot, tight virgin asshole was just too good to keep up the slow pace. He needed to cum and the only way to do that was to have friction. He pulled his cock from her asshole, holding her hips as it slowly drew out the hot, round passage. When only the head was gripped by her asshole, he threw his hips forward to impale her with his big cock. She tried to scream, but Kaitlyn was ready, slashing her cunt with the whip, catching her in mid scream. Her body began to bounce around as Jerry Lee vigorously fucked her asshole, all the while Kaitlyn beat her pussy; the four strands whip visiting her most intimate parts of her body with the knots. Except for one. Her clit. She was waiting for him to cum and he was almost ready. He threw his hips forward in a series of rabbit punches with his cock that drove in and out of her guts, punching her from the inside with his cock. Her delightful cramps rippled up and down the shaft of his cock like tiny fingers pleasuring him.
She didn't even know where the pain was coming from any longer, the whip, the cock, all of it taking a toll on her sweat drenched body. She couldn't even scream any longer, her throat hoarse, making her silence all the worse. Instead of her asshole growing accustom to having his thick cock inside, it was becoming more painful, Emily sure that his cock was growing thicker, the head of it digging deeper into her intestines until she felt the painful cramps deep in her stomach from the terrible punching of his cock inside her. She wished he would cum, in spite of the humiliation of having him dump his cum inside her guts. Anything to end this misery.
Jerry Lee's head was thrown back in pleasure, Kaitlyn able to recognize the look on his face as he readied to cum. She took careful aim with the whip, slashing it up between Emily's whipped thighs, this time the knots moving higher, two of the four knots finding their target. It was almost as if the whip drew her clit out of its protective cover, the other two knots slicing her slit, her clit exposed to the remaining two knots that tore at the delicate pleasure button.
It might be called her pleasure button, but it was anything but pleasure when the knots of the whip sought it out. The pain burst into Emily's head, everything going black as the incomprehensible pain raced to her brain. And added to it was the pain as the cock sliced up her backside like a giant sword, pressing painfully on her guts. Then she felt it swell, stretching her already stretched flesh as the head shot out its ropey cum deep into her intestines, humiliating her as she felt the hot fluids fill her stomach. It was painful as it pulled out, Master shoving it back in, spewing its seed inside her as the whip attacked her clit again, her body rocked in agony.
She slumped unconscious, just as Jerry Lee filled her with his cum, but he no longer needed her cooperation. All he need was a hot, tight hole to spill his seed, three times shooting her full of cum. Kaitlyn stopped beating her, no longer necessary. They were finished with them. For now. But later, Emily still had a virgin pussy and Paris a virgin asshole. And neither had learned to suck a cock yet. There would be time for that, Kaitlyn sure that the girls would provide the excuse to punish them again. Real soon.
Charlotte rivaled Madison in good looks but with a much better temperament. The men flocked around Charlotte at a dance, Charlotte whirling around with them as she teased them with her lovely body. But that was as far as she ever went with any of them. Charlotte's preference was another girl. Social restraints limited her to close friends or the slaves. Charlotte suspected that Kaitlyn enjoyed the company of another girl, but had been too shy to instigate anything yet. So Charlotte took her lust out on the ones that could not protest her intentions, the slaves. The General made sure the plantation was stocked with an abundance of lovely female flesh, no matter that they were black. And with the cruelty of the General and Jerry Lee, even Kaitlyn, they would do little to protest the lovemaking of a female, in spite of Charlotte's mean streak breaking free sometimes. A little pussy spanking was no match for the lash of the bull whip on their bodies.
The quiet knock on her door signaled the arrival of tonight's entertainment. “Enter.” Charlotte lay on the satin comforter, a light satin robe hugging the generous curves of her body, naked beneath it, her pussy already wet in anticipation. Charlotte looked at the lovely girl that walked in. Hannah had been bought about six months ago, barely eighteen when she arrived, she had learned much about men from the General and Jerry Lee. While her life was relatively free of them now, their intentions on the newest, freshest girls, the first two months had forced her to suffer the indignities they had taken on her young, fresh body. Now she was relegated more to work and the occasional fuck when one of the white males lusted after her body.
"You sent for me, Mistress?” Hannah didn't understand why she was sent for, a cryptic order given to her from one of the overseers. It was strange, she was given a hot bath and a clean dress. She looked around, glad that none of the white men were in the room, afraid they wanted to take out their lust on her. She had finally recuperated from their evil acts, her body healing from the mark of the whips and the repeated rapes. She still remembered the thick cocks that forced their way into her body; her pussy, her mouth, even her asshole was raped by their cocks. She looked over at Mistress. She was one of the nicer ones. She lay on the bed, her beautiful body spread out on the clean blankets encased in a robe that was made for a queen. She smiled at her making Hannah feel at ease.
She was a dark-skinned beauty, small tits, full hips, and a luscious ass that the men loved to spank and whip. Hannah managed a smile, a difficult feat amongst the cruelty of the slave's life. Charlotte looked at her full lips and the pink tongue that was just inside imagining them working its magic on her body. “Come in, Hannah. Over to the bed.” She motioned her over to the bed, seeing the way Hannah seemed to be relaxing.
"Yes'm, Mistress.” Hannah stood next to the edge of the bed, still curious as to why she was here.
"You ever been with a girl before, Hannah?” Charlotte smiled at her, seeing Hannah's eyes light up wide in surprise. Charlotte stroked her hand down over her belly and through her robe until she felt her own fingers on her bush igniting the tiny hair follicles to tease her as they tingled her skin, leaving no doubt with Hannah of her intentions.
"No, Mistress,” her voice crackling. “Only the men been with me.” Hannah had never even contemplated such a thing, never mind with a white girl. But she could see the way Mistress stroked herself, just like Hannah did to herself, she would not have a choice. She only hoped that Mistress didn't have a cruel streak in her.
"You're here tonight to pleasure me. And if you're good, pleasure yourself. Can you do that, Hannah?” It wasn't that she had a choice; she just loved to hear Hannah say it.