Plantation Slaves

by Powerone

  Her struggling increased when she realized where the First Mate was going to whip next. Her breasts and sex were openly exposed, her limbs spread. One of the sailors plucked at her nipples until they became erect in spite of her trying to stop the urge.

  "Such tempting targets.” The First Mate picked up a thong whip, this time the one with spiked tails. She would soon fear the whites. His aim was careful and deliberate as the twelve whip strands struck across her small titties. Two of the whip strands found her erect nipples, the iron spikes tore into the sensitive flesh. Blood gushed from the nipples as her body shook and her blood-curdling scream rang out into the open sea. The other sailors openly fondled their organs as they watched the naked girl being whipped. The whip moved down over her belly, the girl sucking in her gut as if she could somehow escape the next lash of the whip. The spikes gouged her flesh, the First Mate moving back up to strike her titties making them bounce as she screamed in pain. Her nipples shimmered brightly with blood. For five minutes, the First Mate worked above her waist, taking his time, but his eyes continued to stare at her pink, naked gash. Soon he would enjoy making the whip visit the tender flesh between her legs.

  He picked up a leather slapper, about two inches wide. He wanted to tenderize her pussy, working up gradually in pain. He didn't want her passing out on him. He swung it up between her legs; her body jerked up in the air as it caught her between her legs, slapping hard between her lips and attacking her inner lips with a vengeance. Her scream was priceless; the black bitch never realized the cruelty of her white masters. Three more times he beat her pussy with the slapper, the pink flesh now a bright red. He picked up a studded paddle. Hard leather three inches wide, iron studs every inch along the leather sticking out over a half an inch. He would draw blood this time.

  She was babbling incoherently, forgetting the little English they taught her. Her body was in so much pain; she never believed that anyone would whip a girl between her legs. Now he had a leather paddle with iron studs in them. She watched it move up between her legs as if it were in slow motion. The paddle hit with a loud resounding thud, the First Mate making sure that he dragged the studs up between her parted lips before he pulled back. For a moment, there was no feeling and then it hit her. The pain rushed to her brain. It felt like her insides were on fire, her sex wet, sure that she was bleeding. She didn't have a chance to recover before another blow struck her between her legs. The First Mate rubbed the cruel studs along her slit, the metal studs aggravating her tender inner flesh. Four times he struck her pussy before he put the paddle down and picked up the thong whip again. The one with the spiked tails. She begged him, rambling in her native tongue, but the First Mate just smiled as he rubbed his cock.

  The first blow of the whip was between her legs, but he moved in close, making sure that the strands slid up between the cheeks of her ass to dance over her asshole. Her scream confirmed his accuracy; her pee ran down her legs as she lost control of her bladder. Another blow and she was sure that the spikes were driving deep into her asshole, tearing the tiny hole as it entered her. He moved back. The next time the whip hit, it caught her on her pussy. Not just between her lips, but on her hole, the end of the thongs striking the dark hole with the vengeful spikes. Her body bounced up and down as she screamed, the tight bondage giving her very little freedom.

  Cum arced onto the deck as some of the sailors came from their masturbation, unable to control their orgasm as the First Mate whipped her cunt. She was hardly screaming any longer, her voice gone from the first half hour of screaming. The whip lashed at her sex and tore the flesh until it bled. The First Mate saved the last for the best. He picked up a riding crop specially cut for him. The two-inch crop was cut to only a half-inch wide, made especially for precision. He picked it up, aimed carefully, the girl's frightened eyes on it as it rose up from the floor. It hit her with the precision of many years of practice, the harsh leather crop hitting her squarely on her clit. Her mouth opened to scream, but a second blow to her clit sent her into oblivion and she fainted before the First Mate could enjoy her pain. They cut her down and spread her out on the deck. The First Mate inspected her, turned her over and his fingers entered her bloodied asshole with ease, her muscles already whipped into submission. Back on her back, her legs drawn up, the First Mate shove four fingers into her bloody pussy and tore the flesh that was not already whipped. He couldn't even find her clit, just a bloody stump where it was.

  She was starting to come around when the First Mate knelt over her, his knees on each side of her head. His cock jutted in her face, his hands shoved her mouth open; then his hips pumped his rigid cock into her mouth and down her throat before she became conscious. He fucked her mouth and throat until he spilled his cum into her unwilling mouth. She passed out two more times, this time from lack of air, as thirty sailors fucked her mouth and throat before they were finished with her. She was thrown back into the hold, her body a bloodied mess to serve as a reminder to the other black females that the only way to survive was to submit to the whites.

  There was no more trouble on the rest of the voyage, the ship pulling into the harbor of Charleston, South Carolina on a clear sunny day, the Captain eager to off load his cargo of blacks at the Slave Mart.

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  CHAPTER 2

  Slave Auction

  Samuel owned the Old Slave Mart, located between Church and State Street, the only slave auction gallery in South Carolina. People came from over a hundred miles away every two weeks because he had the best slaves for sale. And the most submissive. Every one of his slaves was with him for two weeks before he put them up for auction. They soon learned of the punishment for disobedience, Samuel making sure that at least one male and one female were punished the first day of a fresh batch of arrivals. Just like the Captains on the ships did. The blacks soon learned the lesson. They learned as quickly as any other animal. He had a good load of females, over forty of them. Fifteen were prizes, light brown skin, ten of them young girls that had just bloomed into womanhood. They would fetch a good price, but they required special treatment. Each girl was bathed, scrubbed and furnished with new clothes. They would be paraded on a stage like the others, but they would require a more titillating presentation to the bidders, their bodies stripped naked as they were displayed to attract the highest bids. And then there were the private inspection rooms, where the wealthiest bidders could inspect any girl or buck they desired to see more intimately. Many females would use the inspection rooms to check the bucks, their slim, white hands stroking large black cocks until they grew erect. Though it was never spoken in polite society, many white women took the black bucks to service their sexual needs. Only the largest and hardest cocks would pass muster for them. The girls would have all of the orifices probed, tested for tightness and elasticity. They too would serve the Master's lust, some of them even providing sexual gratification to the mistress of the house. Or the daughter of the mistress. That was none of his concern. He just provided his customers with a good product, just like the general store owner down the street.

  General Joshua Lee Johnston owned one of the largest plantations in Mississippi. Though he was called “General” by most, even his family, he had long retired from the Army. It was a long distance to travel for a slave auction, but he had always been successful with Samuel's slaves and it was almost like a family outing to go to one of these auctions. His wife had passed a few years ago. He was sixty years old, but still a strong, virile man. His plantation was so large that the nearest town was almost a day's ride, so visitors were not very frequent. He took his lust out on the slaves, finding the most desirable light-skinned beauties to accommodate him. He would stroll the corridors of the female slave quarters deciding which would girl would receive his manhood. With him on this trip were his eldest son, Jerry Lee, and his eldest daughter, Madison. Jerry Lee was in his late thirties, married to a lovely girl named Kaitlyn, though the General suspected that she did little to satisfy his s

exual desires. Jerry Lee did nothing to hide his lust from his wife who often aided him in deflowering a lovely virgin. Madison was a spirited girl, in her late twenties, unmarried, almost a spinster by society rules. It wasn't that she didn't have beaus, many a man called on her, her beauty unparalleled in the state. But none lived up to her expectations, Madison doing as much to run the plantation as Jerry Lee. She was mean spirited, but with the blacks you needed that to keep them in line. After all, they had over 15o blacks in comparison to the twenty whites on the plantation. Fear was the only thing that kept them in line.

  Samuel eyed Madison when she walked into the auction house. All you had to follow were the heads of all the men as they turned to see the beauty as she passed. She wore a white dress, her bare shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage displayed for all eyes that sought her out. The dress clung to her full hips and butt, not a soft cock among the crowd as she passed by. She had a lustful body and she knew it, flaunting it for all to see. But Samuel knew that she would require one of the private inspection rooms, knowing that she was always interested in a new buck. The General and Jerry Lee would also require their own rooms, the General preferring the light-brown girls, Jerry Lee loving the jet-black girls. Samuel knew that the General would take many of the slaves today, all of the best ones as he paid top dollar. Few could afford to outbid him and few would dare. It was not a good idea to be on the wrong side of the General. The General and his family sat in the first row, cushioned chairs placed especially for him. The auction was about to begin.

  The General wrote down numbers as they passed, the older women would serve well in the kitchen feeding the staff and serving them. A few older black men would do well fixing the farm instruments. He had found five that he would consider after closer inspection. The bucks were next, Madison sitting up in her chair more alert now.

  Samuel brought out his prize bucks, seeing Madison's eyes perk up as the half-naked blacks were pushed out onto the stage. They wore only a loincloth, doing little to hide their package from those in the audience. The first had to weigh at least two hundred pounds, but it was all muscle, his thighs thick as well as his arms. The muscles rippled on his chest. He was the best one Samuel had. Many of the strong, muscular ones had a small cock, this one was an exception. His cock rivaled the rest of his body. He nodded to Madison, seeing her scribble the number on her pad. The buck would be lucky to feel the soft hands of Madison curling around his thick cock in one of the private rooms until he shot his sperm into the air in front of him.

  Jerry Lee saw five girls that interested him, lovely, pure black beauties with firm breasts and full hips. They would be put in the house, cleaning or cooking, their bodies available for anyone that wanted to avail themselves of their black flesh. They would also be sturdy enough to withstand the punishment; the General and Jerry Lee loved to indulge in more perverse acts on the reluctant girls. They both loved the bondage and whipping and it excited them. The screams made their cocks harder, the girls willing to do anything to stop the pain. Jerry Lee scribbled down the numbers excitedly; his cock stirred in his pants at the thought of intimately exploring their naked bodies in one of the exam rooms with hopes of finding a few that were virgins in at least one of their holes.

  The General's cock grew thick in his pants as they brought out the light, brown-skinned girls. He had a wide selection to choose from; settling on eight of them to inspect privately hoping to find four to his liking. They would have to be virgins in the ass, but still have an elastic passage that could accommodate his thick cock. The one that stirred his emotions the most was named Mary.

  Mary was embarrassed as they took her clothes from her. Before she was captured she wore little; none of the people in her village paid any special attention to naked or near-naked bodies. The whites were different. As soon as she was captured, they gave her a dress to cover her from her neck to her ankles. And when it was removed, the whites looked at her body with lust in their eyes, not even trying to hide their cocks as their organs grew from watching her. Some of them openly fondled their organs as she was forced to strip naked and take a bath. Mary was at least grateful to clean herself before they brought her up on the stage; the trip on the large boat was unbearable, cramped in the tiny hold with too many other women. She knew the cruelty of the whites already; too many times she saw her friends whipped until their bodies were cut to ribbons, her best friend died from the whipping she received on the ship.

  She knew of Master, Samuel they called him. All the others listened to him, so she did also, doing whatever he said. She was marched out onto the stage, dressed in a clean white dress that had strange buttons down the front from her neck down to her ankles. She looked out from the stage, whites sitting facing the stage, all of their eyes on her.

  "Good girl, Mary.” He stroked her black hair, pushing it from her face. She was a real beauty. He was sure that the General would take her. “This one is called Mary. A fair-skinned girl with a lovely body. She'll accommodate a man real good on those cold and lonely nights. A virgin in all her holes, only receiving gentle probing to test her elasticity. She knows her place and will accommodate the most perverse acts with little force, though some might like to use more force.” Samuel turned her around in a slow circle, first to the side, his hand smoothing down the dress over her breast until they could see the outline of the firm flesh. “Nice firm titties made for suckling.” He turned her again until her back was to the group. His hand casually ran over her ass cheeks pushing the dress into the naked crack of her ass until it was outlined by the thin fabric. He didn't give them undergarments, which would just be another garment to strip from them. “Nice firm ass. Made to ride hard.” He turned back her until she was facing forward. “Spread your legs, Mary.” She obeyed obediently, her legs spreading slightly. It was enough so his fingers could trace up and down her mound. “A nice, virgin pussy. She will prove to be a delight to deflower."

  Mary didn't understand half of what he was saying, just picking up various words. But the meaning in his hands were unmistakable, running over her body like a lover would, pawing at her breasts, her ass and even between her legs. She gritted her teeth, spreading her legs in spite of turning red in shame as his fingers slid along her slit. Her hands went into fists as he began to unbutton her dress, the buttons flying open as his experienced fingers plucked each small button open.

  He could see the fear in her eyes as he began to strip her naked to the waist for the bidders. He whispered into her ear. “Be a good girl or I'll skin you alive with the whip. You want to feel a bull whip between those lovely thighs?” She looked at him, the fear of God in her eyes. He pulled back the sides of her dress until her naked breasts were slowly revealed, one hand going in the dress to pull each of her firm, brown breasts into the light of the day. “Look at those lovely brown tits. Big areolas like targets on them.” His fingers plucked at her nipples until he felt them becoming erect. He began to pinch each one; Mary's lips clenched as she bore the pain in her nipples. “Lovely tips that can take lots of abuse.” He twisted one nipple until she cried out in pain. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down over her hips letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

  She felt shame as all of the eyes of the whites looked at her naked and trembling on the stage. Samuel's hand returned to her breast and fondled her naked orb as she clenched her hands at her side. His fingers hurt her as he squeezed too hard, her nipple pinched while she grimaced in pain.

  "And look at that pussy. Thick, wiry black hair doing little to hide the pink insides.” He slapped the inside of her thigh. “Open up and show us that virgin pussy.” He slapped harder until she complied, her legs spreading wider as her pussy lips pulled back to give all the bidders a look at the pink insides glistening against her brown skin. “Now you hold real still for me,” he warned her quietly. His finger moved between her legs, feeling her jerk when he touched her pussy. “Still,” another warning. His finger found her slit, pushing aside the puffy lips to run up and down her full lips. “Nice slick pussy. She gets wet easily.” He was surprised that her arousal began to flow, his finger drenched by her moist, hot insides. “She'll fuck real good for you.” He peeled apart her lips until everyone could see the pure pink flesh revealed.

  It was hard to stay still as his fingers played over her sex, his fingers pinching her lips too hard, yanking them harshly apart. She felt the cool air of the room on her inner lips; ashamed at how she must look. She looked at the whites, all eyes on her sex, none of them even seeing her look at them. His fingers slid up and down her slit as they stirred an emotion in her that she tried to quench, but it was hard. His finger was sliding with ease up and down her slit, getting her wet as much as she fought the urge.

  "And a virgin hole. Barely able to take my little finger in before I hit her hymen. It will be a joy to bust her cherry and hear her scream as you fuck her for the first time. A virgin always remembers the cock that busts her open for the first time.” Samuel turned her around until her naked ass was facing the bidders. He slapped her ass, Mary's defiant face turning towards him with hatred in her eyes. “Settle down, bitch, or I'll have them skin you alive.” He slapped her other cheek, the loud crack filling the room. “A nice firm ass. Made for spanking. Or more.” His fingers tugged on her cheeks, prying them open as she fought his powerful fingers. “Nice crack. And look at that lovely asshole. A pink little hole meant to be fucked. Fucked hard and often."

  Her shame was complete as he pulled her cheeks apart and revealed her tiny backside for all of them, hearing his words about fucking her. Did he really mean that the white man would put his cock in her backside? She was swung around; her naked breasts bounced as she faced the front again. Samuel pushed her to the side of the stage, one of the other whites taking her away as another girl was brought onto the stage.

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