The white man had the nigger wench bound out flat on a slab of hard wood, her hands and feet chained stringently in place.
He had already whipped the shit out of her. Her muscles were tense as her flesh burned from the abuse. She was striped with welts.
"Now I am going to give you a reaming you'll never forget."
The man climbed on top of the nigger wench and used his right hand to pull her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
He used his right hand to guide the blunt tip of his huge cock up against her tight rectum. She whimpered. She begged for mercy.
There was no mercy to be had.
The white man slammed down hard with his hips and he forced the nigger wench's ass-hole open with his bulbous glans.
She screamed in pain and he continued to push until he lid thee entire length of his cock inside her bowels.
CHAPTER ONE
The fat nigger woman said, "Don't be scared, I ain't going to cut you."
"I hope not," the girl said. She was shivering, shaking like a leaf.
"I am going to be real careful, just you wait and see.
"I know. I don't understand why I have to be shaved-down there."
"Your pussy hairs got to come off. That's what the Master say."
"Ohhhhhhhh," the girl said. Her name was Cocoa, a virgin niger wench.
"You open your legs a little further now, baby," the fat woman said.
The girl obeyed, and pointed her smooth knees in opposite directions.
"That's good. I am going to soap you up good now, baby."
"Yes, thank you," the girl said. She could feel herself getting horny.
"Why, Cocoa, you is getting all swollen down here, baby child."
"Uh huh. I am afraid my body wants what the Master has."
"I can only pray the Master ain't got more than you can handle."
"Please don't talk like that. I don't like it when you talk like that."
"All right, baby-but I don't want you underestimating him."
"I won't. I know I am going to be used in every possible way."
"That and more, baby child, that and more," the fat woman said.
The woman used a straight razor to the sides of Cocoa's vulva.
"Easy now, I am going to do this as quickly as possible, baby."
"I am still. I trust you," the girl said. Her twat whiskers were removed.
"Roll over on your belly, Cocoa," the fat woman commanded.
"Why?"
"I got to shave the hairs around your ass-hole too," the woman said.
"I do not think I have too many hairs growing around my ass-hole."
"No, but what there is has got to go, baby," the fat woman said.
Cocoa moaned as the little hairs about her nigger bung were shaved.
"Betty?"
"Yes, baby."
'Tell me what the Master is going to do to me again," the girl said.
"Baby, we been through this a million times. He gonna FUCK you."
"In the cunt."
"That's right, and maybe he might fuck your ass-hole, too."
"It will hurt."
"Greatly."
"Is that all that might happen?"
"No, there may be other abuses, unthinkable humiliations," Betty said.
"I see. Is that all there is to sex? Is that what it is all about?"
"No, baby. There is a beautiful side to sex," Betty said.
"Making love? Love-making?"
"That's right. You feel horny now, right."
"Yes, I feel the desire."
"That is because I was touching you down there," Betty said. "It felt good."
"I could make it feel better, honey child," Betty exclaimed.
"I think, I think I might like that, Betty," the girl said.
Betty opened the girl's ass cheeks with one hand and rubbed her fingertips up and down the crack of her ass with the other.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Betty rubbed Cocoa's ass-hole and then slipped a finger up there.
"Yes, I can feel you inside my ass," the girl said.
Betty pushed her middle finger up Cocoa's ass-hole as deep as it would go.
"I can feel your inner ass gripping and tugging at my finger."
"I feel like I need more than your finger inside of me."
"Maybe you are the right wench for the Master. Time will tell."
Betty pulled her middle finger all the way out of her ass-hole.
"That felt good. You know what? It made my cunt get hornier."
Betty sniffed her finger. She smelled the scent of Cocoa's inner ass.
"In that, case, honey child, you had better flip over on your back."
"All right."
"Open those pretty legs of yours nice, like when I was shaving you."
"My cunt is getting increasingly lustful, ohhhhhhhh," the girl said.
Betty began to caress the insides of Cocoa's thighs very gently.
"I can no longer suppress my urge to kiss your tits," Betty said.
Betty began to kiss at the girl's tits. Betty sucked at Cocoa's nipples.
"Ummmmmmmm, my cunt is getting all hot and bothered now."
Betty touched the girl's outer cunt lips with her fingertip.
"I can feel your outer cunt labia throbbing against my fingertip."
"I felt your fingertip getting very close to my clit."
"I want to bring you to orgasm very slowly. The pleasure will be more powerful that way."
"Yeah, I think you just want to tease me," the girl said.
Betty rubbed between Cocoa's inner and outer cunt lips.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh," the girl said, gasping.
Betty then took Cocoa out of her misery. Cocoa's clit was diddled.
"COMMMMMMMMING! COMMMMMMM-MING!" the girl said. She was hysterical.
Betty drove ecstasy throughout Cocoa's body with the diddling finger.
When Cocoa's pleasure was through, Betty removed her diddling finger from the girl's swollen love button.
Betty licked her finger clean and then kissed Cocoa lightly on the forehead. "Good luck with the Master."
"Don't go."
"I must."
"It is time."
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"I'll be brave."
"BRING THE NEXT SLAVE INTO THE TORTURE CHAMBER!" came the order.
That was Cocoa. She was shaved and bathed and eroticized and ready.
"Ah! A pretty one," the man said, as Cocoa entered the torture chamber.
"Thank you, Master."
He could see that Cocoa was quite tint. She was petite.
"I love your tits, slave. I think they are, they are superb!"
"Thank you, Master." Cocoa could feel her cunt getting sloppy.
Cocoa thought Master was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She thought about his white flesh against her black flesh.
She felt ready to cream.
*****
"How old are you, wench."
"Eighteen years old, about, Master."
"Is it true."
"What?"
"What they said at the square when I bought you," the man said.
"Yes-I am pure."
"Never been fucked?"
"Cherry intact."
"Marvelous," the man said.
The handsome man clapped his hands together and bounced on his toes.
"I understand my chastity will not last much longer," she said.
"Not much longer at all," the man said, with an evil laugh.
Cocoa could see that there was a cot in the corner of the chamber.
"Get on the cot," the man said. "Yes, Master."
"On your back. Spread your legs."
"Yes, Master."
Cocoa watched as the man whipped out his awesome pecker pole. "Oh my."
"Like that boner."
"Yes, Master."
"Big, huh?"
"I had heard it was big, but."
"But what, nigger wench."
"But, I never dreamed it could be THIS big," the girl said.
Cocoa could see Master's cock was close to a foot long.
Master left his clothes on as he mounted the girl on the cot. He pressed his cock head against her cunt.
"Please-"
"Open, baby."
"No-"
"Open up for me," the man said. Master stabbed down hard. "Owwwwwwww," the girl said. Master hurt her as he popped her cherry, ramming his cock past her hymen. "Easy, baby."
"Owwwwwwww," the girl said.
There were tears in Cocoa's eyes.
Master pushed until the entire length of his cock was up inside the girl's formerly virginal poontang. He began to fuck.
Cocoa was pleased to discover that her pain was only temporary.
"How do you feel now, nigger wench," Master said, impaling her.
"Much better, I feel overcome with my lust," the girl said.
Cocoa's cunt had opened like a flower to take his big cock.
*****
Master began to fuck very hard and fast with his huge pecker.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are making me come, you are making me come," the girl said.
"I can feel your inner cunt sucking at my cock shaft," the man said.
"I can feel your jism squirting against the rear wall of my cunt."
"I can feel your inner cunt sucking me dry, sucking my balls dry."
Master collapsed on top of the girl and caught his breath.
"I can't breathe," Cocoa said. His full weight was on her chest.
"Oh dear," the man said. He rolled off of her, pulling his cock harshly from her cunt.
Cocoa looked at the man's semi-erect cock and saw there was blood on it.
"I want to lick the blood off of your cock," the girl said.
"Be my guest, nigger wench," Master said with a laugh.
Cocoa licked his cock clean. She felt his cock getting a little stiffer as she licked it.
"Would you like me to continue licking at your dick?" the girl said.
"Yes, slave, yes."
Cocoa licked up and down the whole shaft with her tongue tip.
"You are making me get erect again, and so soon," the man said.
Cocoa licked and sucked at the man's balls with tender lips.
"Are you sure that you have never done this before?" the man said.
Cocoa shook her head from side to side with obvious sincerity.
"I guess you must be a natural or something," the man said.
Cocoa then took the man's cock in her mouth and she sucked.
"You are going to suck a second load of jism from my pork pole."
Cocoa sucked his cock head and jerked the stem with a fist.
"You are going to make me come, you are going to make me come so fucking good."
Cocoa felt Master's dick spasm in her mouth. Master shot his wad.
"Drink!" This was Master's one-word command to the kneeling nigger.
Cocoa drank down every drop of the man's silver seed subserviently.
"Good," Master said, shivering with his unadulterated sexual delight.
"Ummmmmmmm," Cocoa said after she finished drinking come.
"Did you enjoy that?" the white man asked the nigger wench.
"I thought your come was delicious," the girl said.
*****
"I think I am in the mood to be a nice guy," the man said.
"Oh? Have I earned your favor with my sexual skills?" the girl said.
"Yes, for the time being anyway, for the time being," the man said.
"What are you in the mood for? You have a funny look in your eyes."
"I am in the mood to give you pleasure with my mouth now, you know, return the favor."
"You want to eat my pussy?" Cocoa asked. She sounded surprised.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To give you pleasure."
"Is that the only reason."
"No, there is another."
"What?"
"I want to find out what a nigger cunt tastes like," the man said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, my cunt suddenly feels like it needs to be tasted."
"I'll bet that you are sore after the fucking you received."
"Yes, I am a little bruise, but my horniness masks my pain."
"Good."
"I think I wont realize how spore I am until later," the girl said.
"Excellent, excellent," he said, and he sucked her tits.
"Ummmmmmmm, I can feel my nipples getting so hard in your mouth."
"I can feel a little liquid coming out of your nipples."
"That is because you are sucking at them so very hard," the girl said.
Master then went down on Cocoa and kissed at her inner thighs.
"I can feel my honey pot starting to really boil now," the girl said.
Master used his fingertips to pull open Cocoa's cunt lips.
"Such a pretty cunt."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes."
"Why is it pretty?"
"It is so black on the outside and so very pink on the inside."
"Was the bleeding bad from the popping of my cherry, Master?"
"No, not bad. It will wash away and be forgotten," the man said.
"How did you get to be so wise, Master?" the girl said.
Cocoa felt-almost-as if she were falling in love with this cruel man.
"I am a white man, and I have been alive a lot longer than you."
"I guess you know all about turning little girls into women."
"Yes, everything there is to know. I understand the value of discipline."
"I can tell. I will always try to stay on your good side, Master."
"It won't always work. Sometimes I will be mean to you anyway."
"Why?"
"Because I like it. Because I am a sadist, that's why, wench."
"Oh."
The man began to lap at her cunt with the flat part of his tongue.
"What do you think of the flavor of my cunt, Master?" the girl said.
"I think that it is every bit as delicious as a white cunt."
"What did you expect?"
"I expected some kind of barnyard animal type taste, I guess," he said.
"I see," the girl said, and then moaned as he resumed licking.
Master licked up and down the entire length of her cunt and crossed her clit with each stroke.
"Ummmmmmmm," Cocoa said, pressing her fat nigger lips together.
Master then concentrated his attention exclusively on her clit.
"You are going to make me come, you are going to make me come," the girl said.
Master flicked his tongue across Cocoa's love button rather hard and fast.
"Do it, wench. I am pulling your trigger, get your rocks off."
Master pulled his tongue off her clit only long enough to speak.
"COMMMMMMMMING!" Cocoa screamed at the top of her lungs.
Master sucked and licked at the girl's clit until the come was through.
"Did you like that?" he asked. It was a silly question, but he asked it anyway.
"Ummmmmmm, that felt almost as good as the fuck," the girl said.
"Speaking of fucking, my cock is ready for fucking once again."
Master got up off the cot and she saw he again had a stiff boner.
"Oh my, each time I see your cock it looks bigger to me," the girl said.
"Sometimes I feel the same way. I think maybe it is still growing."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
Cocoa could not tell that Master was pulling her leg.
"How old were you, Master, when your cock got to be that big?"
"I was thirteen, fourteen. I frightened little girls with it."
"You are still frightening little girls with it," the girl said.
"True. Hey, you are a smart nigger wench, aren't you?" the man said. "Yes. Despite my dark complexion I suspect I have human in me."
"Me too, I can tell by the way you speak there is cream in the coffee."
"On the other hand, Master, it might just be good coffee."
"Silly nigger wench, roll over on your belly now," the man said.
"What, what are you going to do to me?" the girl said.
"I am again going to touch you in brand new places," the man said.
"Where? Where?" Cocoa stammered out her query. She shivered.
"I am going to fuck that nigger ass-hole of yours," the man said.
Betty had warned Cocoa that she was going to be buggered. Somehow Cocoa had not believed it until she heard Master say it. Cocoa remembered Betty's finger up her ass. She remembered Betty shaving her bung hole.
"Please-"
"Oh yes."
"It will hurt, Master."
"Uh huh."
"Please."
"Sorry."
"Have mercy."
"Mercy! Ha! I do not know the meaning of the word," the man said.
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
Master lubed up his stiff cock with spittle from his wet mouth. "Please be gentle."
"If I were gentle, I'd never get my cock up your ass to fuck it."
"OWWWWWWWW!" the girl said.
Master rammed the head of his dick up inside Cocoa's bung hole.
"You are too thick!"
"I think I am just the right size," he said, and stabbed deeper.
Cocoa could feel the cold sweat dripping off of her brow.
The man pressed the tip of his cock past her sphincter. Cocoa could feel her anal pain starting to subside.
Once the head of Master's cock got into her colon, everything got better.
"My ass-hole feels like it wants to be fucked now, Master," the girl said.
"I can tell," the man said. His voice was very deep and sexy.
She could feel a sexual need developing deep inside her bowels.
"My ass-hole feels like it needs to be plowed very deep."
"I am going to plow it as deep as it can be plowed, perhaps deeper."
The man pushed the entire length of his pecker up her ass-hole.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot believe how stuffed with cock meat I am."
She could tell her ass-hole was further open than it had ever been before.
"Ummmmmmmm, I can feel your inner ass pleasuring my pecker."
"I want you to shoot your wad, shoot your wad inside me, Master."
"Not yet. That would be premature. I have some ass fucking to do."
Master began to slowly plow Cocoa's rectum and she cried bitter tears.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwww, owwwwwwww," she said, and again she was bleeding.
Master looked down and watched his cock move in and out of her hole. He could see the result of the buggery's depth.
*****
Master was only encouraged to fuck Cocoa's ass-hole harder when he saw the blood on his cock. He began, as a matter-of-fact, to fuck Cocoa's ass-hole as hard and fast as he could.
"Owwwwwwww."
"Take it, wench!"
"Please-"
'Take it the hard way!"
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
'Take it up the rocky road!"
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
'Take it up the poop-chute!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Then something wonderful happened inside Cocoa's ass-hole. She stopped crying.
"You relaxed baby, I could feel your inner ass relax," he said.
"Yes, the inner muscles have surrendered now to the depth of the plowing."
"What does that mean, wench?"
"It means that the pain is gone, all the is left is desire."
Master fucked Cocoa's ass-hole with reckless abandon from that point on.
Then he rammed the entire length of his cock into her ass-hole and he kept it there. In fact, Master continued to press forward with his hips in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside her rectum.
She felt him spasm.
Convulse.
He hollered in her ear about his ultimate pleasure, "Commmmmmmming!"
Master shot his creamy ejaculatory substance into Cocoa's ass-hole.
Then he collapsed on top of her so that her ebony ass cheeks were flattened against his super-white loins.
*****
"Do you remember before, I said I was apt to be mean at any time."
"Yes, Master."
"Well, I am going to commence being mean now," the man said.
"The pain in my ass was, well, I rather enjoyed the pain in my ass."
"I can tell that I opened quite a wound inside your bowels."
"I think the blood is going to trickle from my ass for some time."
"It will be a while before you take a shit without thinking of me."
"I think I may never take a shit without thinking of you again."
"Are you curious about what your test of subservience is going to be?"
"Yes, Master."
"I am going to use you in a filthy and disgusting way."
"I don't know what you mean, but I don't like the sound of it."
"I have got to take a wicked piss. Cocoa," the man said.
"I guess, then, Master, you have better go to the little house."
T am not in the mood to go to the little house," the man said.
"What, what, what are you in the mood for?" Cocoa stammered.
The diminutive nigger wench was liking the sound of things less and less.
"I am in the mood to have the piss hole come to me. I want a human piss hole."
"Me?"
"That's right, wench."
"You are going to piss on me?"
"Not on, in."
"You are going to piss IN me? Where? In my cunt, up my ass?" the girl said.
"No, no, no, no," Master said, laughing and shaking his head.
"Where then, Master?" Cocoa questioned, sounding ever so slightly frustrated.
"I am going to take a leak in your mouth, Cocoa," the man said.
"No!"
Master slapped Cocoa right across the face-very hard, too.
"You are never going to use that word again. Do you understand."
"Yes, Master."
*****
Cocoa was forced onto her knees in front of her white master.
"Even when it is limp your cock is every impressive," she said.
"Uh huh," Master said, and he reached down to hold the stem of his pole.
Cocoa looked up at the man's cock head, which dangled toward her.
"You had better close your eyes."
"Why?"
"The piss will burn your eyes if any gets in them," the man said.
"But, Master, I thought that you were going to pee in my mouth."
"You never know, I might miss."
Master sounded like he knew something Cocoa didn't when he said that.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Master shivered as the piss streamed from his cock.
Master had experienced no difficulties in opening the flood gates.
"OH!" Cocoa said as the first of his piss splashed all over her face.
It was a good thing that the nigger wench had closed her eyes.
"Ummmmmmmm," Master said as he redirected the aim of his piss with his fingertips.
Master made the yellow stream of steamy fluid go right into Cocoa's mouth.
*****
Cocoa was forced to drink down every drop of Master's bladder juice.
"What did you think of that?"
"I do not think that I liked it so very much, Master," the girl said.
"You did not like the flavor of my urine?" the man said.
"No, your urine tasted just like piss," the girl said.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I-"
"As a matter-of-fact, I think I am going to get sick," the girl said.
Cocoa ran to a trough with running water at the bottom and puked up her guts.
"Feel better now?" the man said.
"Yes."
"You know that vomiting in the torture chamber is against the rules."
"I did not know-"
"And all breakage of the rules means punishment," the man said. "You mean--? "
"Yes, YOU are going to have to be PUNISHED!" the man said.
Master gave Cocoa a toothy grin, and the tip of his cock began to rise.
"Now come with me, wench, we are going over to the torture table."
"Please, not the torture table," Cocoa said with a squeal of horror.
"Oh yes, the torture table!" Master said-with a sense of the dramatic.
Cocoa pulled herself up onto the wooden slab table in the center of the chamber.
"I want you to stretch out on the slab, on your belly," the man said.
Cocoa, naturally enough, did as she was told, without a peep of protest.
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"What are these iron cuffs doing at the corners of the table."
"They go around your ankles and your wrists," the man said.
"Oh, you mean that I am to be chained to the table?" the girl said.
"Yes, you are going to be chained stringently," the man said.
"I, I, I do not understand what that means. Master," the girl said.
"Of course not, that is because you are a stupid little nigger wench."
"Please tell me what it means, Master," the girl said.
"It means you will be bound so that you cannot move," the man said.
"You are going to chain me so that I am completely helpless."
"You have been chained before, wench, you were in chains when I bought you."
"But always so that I could not run away, never so that I couldn't move."
"Well, wench, it is about time you learned the joys of restraint."
*****
The wench lay stretched on the wooden slab with her arms back at her sides. Her legs were kicked back toward he foot of the table.
Cocoa had her knees together. Her knees were straight. If the girl had given the matter any thought, she would have realized that Master was not going to allow her to stay in this position for very long.
Master reached down with a huge white hand and he grabbed Cocoa by the left wrist.
"Owwwwwwww!"
"Hurt?"
"Yes."
"Tough shit."
"Please-"
"Your torment has not even begun," the man said.
Master sounded slightly disgusted as he made this last remark.
The man had a ham-like fist that was so big he could grip her wrist and her forearm at the same time.
He gripped her arm so hard that his thick and blunt fingertips puckered the flesh. He hurt her. Cocoa could feel the man bruising her flesh with his fingertips.
Then Master pulled Cocoa's left arm up and over her head all in one fell swoop. Master pulled so hard that he hurt her.
There was a frightening moment or two when Cocoa thought Master was going to break her arm. She thought her shoulder was going to be tugged right out of the socket.
Master pulled her arm so hard that she thought she might experience some sort of compound fracture at the wrist or at the elbow. It didn't really make a hell of a lot of difference. Cocoa knew that it would have hurt like hell either way.
Master pulled the arm toward the front corner of the table.
"Owwwwwwww," Cocoa whined.
"Shut up," the man said.
Master sounded angry at her.
"Please-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Now he was obviously angry.
Cocoa could see that the iron cuff was attached to a thickly linked chain. Where Cocoa could not see, the thickly linked chain was bolted into the wood.
Master wrapped the appropriate cuff around Cocoa's slender black wrist.
"This is going to hurt," the man said.
Cocoa's teeth chattered. Master snapped the cuff into place.
"Owwwwwwww," the girl said.
Cocoa could feel the iron biting into her wrist flesh. She could tell that there was going to be an ugly ring around her wrist, a ring that was going to take several days to fade, even after the bondage was removed.
Cocoa could feel the ring of iron around her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off.
Cocoa could tell that there was no way she would be able to escape.
She could feel a great pressure at the tips of her left fingers-and she could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers ere turning an even darker color than they were normally.
Cocoa could feel pins and needles forming at the tips of her southpaw fingertips. She told Master about them.
"You are not going to be able to feel pins and needles for much longer."
"Nope."
"How come, Master?"
"Soon, wench, you are not going to be able to feel anything at all in the tips of your fingers, or in your fingers."
"Or in my entire hand, I'll bet," the girl said, breathlessly.
*****
"Cocoa, I want you to perform a small experiment for me."
"An experiment?"
"Yes, I want you to wiggle the fingers on your left hand."
"The bound hand."
"That's right."
"All right."
Master could see that Cocoa was obeying her instructions.
"Do you notice anything out of the ordinary, nigger wench."
"Yes."
"What?"
"I can only wiggle my fingers with ever increasing difficulty."
"Oh?"
"Yes, my knuckles are getting stiffer and stiffer." the girl said.
"Good, that was what I was hoping you would say," the man said.
"Soon I will not be able to wiggle those fingers at all."
"Your hand will be rendered feelingless and motionless," the man said.
Master then circled around to the other side of the torture table so that he could repeat the bondage process with the other arm.
Master once again yanked Cocoa's arm so hard that the girl cried out with pain. Master again applied the iron cuff to the wrist as tightly as he could make it go. Cocoa discovered that both of her elbows were locked in the straight position. Cocoa still had her legs kicked back behind her.
Her knees were still straight.
Her knees were still close together.
Master moved down to the foot of the torture table. He jack-knifed at the waist and reached down with straightened arms.
Master's arms were thick with muscle. He reached down and he grabbed at the girl's ankles with his ham-like fists.
Master squeezed at the girl's trim and finely turned ankles so hard that each and every one of his knuckles whitened.
Then, with a single outward swoop of his strong arms, he pulled Cocoa's legs open. He opened her gams far.
Those ebony limbs were separated by Master's motion to an angle even wider than a ninety-degree angle. He opened Cocoa's thighs to an obtuse angle.
Master opened Cocoa's thighs so far that her ass cheeks and her cunt lips opened a little bit along with the legs.
*****
Master quickly applied the cuffs to the girl's ankles. Master laughed as she squealed with pain. The cuffs hurt her ankles bones.
She felt the pressure in her toes. She could feel the pins and needles in her toes, and then she could feel those pins and needles going away.
She lost the ability to wiggle her toes, just as she had-by that time-lost the ability to wiggle all ten of her fingers.
She could not feel anything in her hands or her feet. Cocoa was helpless. Her situation was hopeless. Why did she feel so goddamn horny?
CHAPTER TWO
In the meantime, back at the big house, Mizz Elizabeth-the Master's wife-was alone in the master bedroom.
She felt horny too, every bit as horny as the pretty little nigger wench her husband had bound to a slab.
She was sprawled-wearing nothing but a pink nightgown, on the center of the master bed, with a down pillow beneath her head.
She could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body toward the pink delta between her thighs.
She could feel her cunt getting a little more swollen with each passing second. Her inner and outer cunt lips grew.
Mizz Elizabeth was a gorgeous woman. There was not a man in the county-black or white-who did not desire her.
She was younger than her husband. Indeed, the Master of this southern plantation had only recently been wed.
Mizz Elizabeth began to touch herself.
She touched herself in an impure manner. Her eyes closed. Her long lashes rested on her cheekbones.
She could tell that all of the mucous membranes of her pink cunt were going to grow until they could grow no further.
She could tell that it was only a matter of time before her inner and outer pussy lips were thoroughly engorged.
She could feel her pussy starting to lubricate itself. The little glands inside her cunt were secreting their juice.
Mizz Elizabeth thought it felt as if her inner cunt walls were sweating.
Her pussy was moist-but Mizz Elizabeth was smart enough to know that her cunt was not going to stay moist for long.
She knew that soon her cunt was going to be more than just moist-more than just damp. Soon her cunt would be soaking wet.
Mizz Elizabeth could smell the scent of her fine white womanhood wafting up from between her slightly parted thighs.
Her thighs were so white.
Milky white.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel her cunt juice pooling and accumulating at the base of her pussy gash-at the mouth of her fuck hole.
That juice was gathering in between Mizz Elizabeth's slightly protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
Mizz Elizabeth's juice, as one might imagine, gathered between the lips that surrounding her primary fuck hole.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that it was not going to be long before that juice spilled right out of her pussy.
Yes, that natural vaginal lubrication was going to drip eventually, down into the crack of her fine white ass.
Soon, her ass-hole was going to be wet from the juice of her cunt.
Soon the whole crack of her ass was going to be wet because of all of the juice dripping from Mizz Elizabeth's snatch.
She could tell-as a matter-of-fact-that soon she was going to be making a wet spot on the bedspread beneath her.
The bedspread was a dark red color. It had ridges in it.
Mizz Elizabeth could smell the scent of her cunt more strongly now. Mizz Elizabeth loved the way her own cunt smelled.
like fish.
She liked that.
It was an animal smell.
Mizz Elizabeth felt like an animal.
Sometimes, Mizz Elizabeth's cunt hole got to aching and yearning for a hard cock so bad that she felt like an animal out of control.
Mizz Elizabeth frequently got so horny that she had to jerk herself off. She needed a man so bad she could taste it.
But was the Master there to pleasure her and to give her the hot sex action that she needed. No. He preferred to be with his nigger wenches.
He preferred the beat the living shit out of his wenches rather than making love with her. Well, she supposed that was fine.
Mizz Elizabeth correctly assumed that it probably would have been she getting beaten if Master didn't wail on niggers.
She could feel her clitoris growing larger along with the rest of the tissues in her cunt. Mizz Elizabeth felt like moaning.
Mizz Elizabeth's clitoris grew to be so large that it pushed out from beneath the fleshy sheath that usually completely covered it.
She could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by the swelling sexual focal point.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell right then and there that her clit, like the rest of her cunt, was going to continue to swell.
Yes, the little man in the boat was going to swell with sexual desire until it was thoroughly engorged also.
The clit was going to swell until it would feel like it was going to pop, until it felt like it was going to burst.
Her clit was going to feel very soon as if it were ready to come jumping out from its nest at the top of her gash.
Her slit was reddening as it swelled. Mizz Elizabeth's outer labia became fatter. The inner labia protruded further.
Yes, those inner lips pushed outward and curled back every so slightly at the edges. Why, her cunt was POUTING!
Then it happened. The juice began to drip from the base of her cunt down into the crack of her sweet ass.
*****
At first, as Mizz Elizabeth lay on the bed, her legs were stretched out toward the foot with the knees straight.
The thighs were rather close together. As she became hornier it seemed silly or Mizz Elizabeth to keep her thighs together.
She allowed those fine thighs to slowly separate. She did not stop until the thighs were open to a right angle.
Mizz Elizabeth shivered with her intrinsically sexual delight as she felt her cunt juice roll over her anus.
Her toes curled under. That always happened when she was feeling horny. She could feel the fishy scent going up her nose.
Her inner nostrils tingled. Her outer nostrils flared a little as she inhaled through her nose. She sniffed.
Mizz Elizabeth sucked the smell of her own dripping cunt deep up into her sinuses. She loved her own lust stink.
She began to stroke her tits, first under them and then along their sloping tops. She touched with fingertips only.
Naturally, her lightly caressing fingertips eventually made it to her nipples. Mizz Elizabeth shivered violently.
She could feel her nipples getting harder and larger under her touch. She took those nipples between fingers.
Mizz Elizabeth had each of the rosebuds at the tips of her fine tits in between her thumbs and her forefingers.
She pinched.
Lightly at first.
Then, not so lightly.
She pinched until it hurt a little bit. Her lips puckered. She anxiously licked her lips. She moistened them with her tongue.
Mizz Elizabeth ran the very tip of a pointy pink tongue slowly back and forth across her sensuously puffy lips.
The woman found that, as she stroked her tits, it became increasingly difficult to stay still on the bed. So, she stopped trying.
She began to rock back and forth from one ass cheek to another. She could feel herself writhing on the bed.
She moved her hips in sexy circles. Mizz Elizabeth gyrated on the bed. Oh, she need to be fucked so goddamn bad.
Mizz Elizabeth was as white as white could be. She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. She was very fair.
The white woman had long blonde hair. When in public, Mizz Elizabeth usually had her hair up. But not now.
Now her hair was spilling over her lovely shoulders. Her hair looked like spun gold. It was the sort of hair that could have bleached to a near white hue in the summer sun if she had allowed it. Mizz Elizabeth was very delicate and could not take much sun, however.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth's hair was parted in a straight line down the center of her head just then, revealing a pink line of scalp.
She had brushed it into bangs beneath from which she peered with her baby blue peepers. Mizz Elizabeth's eyebrows and eyelashes were every bit as light as the hair on her head.
Mizz Elizabeth had her eyebrows plucked so that they were feminine and angular. Her eyelashes were very long.
Her lashes curled upward at their tips. They flapped in the air when she blinked-or when she winked, for that matter.
When Mizz Elizabeth's eyes were closed, the tips of her lashes rested on the tops of her admittedly high cheekbones.
She was rocking back and forth on the bed with greater authority now. Soon the bedsprings were going to squeak.
She was pinching and pulling at her nipples hard, enjoying the sexual combinations of pain and pleasure she caused.
Then she released her grip on her nipples so she could get down to better things. Her toes were clutching at the bedspread, gathering it up against the balls of her dainty feet.
Mizz Elizabeth had a round face with perfect features. She had features that could have been painted on the face of a doll.
That was what Mizz Elizabeth was: a living doll. She had eyes that were as bright a blue as the cloudless summer sky.
Mizz Elizabeth was no actress. One could always tell exactly how she was feeling by the look in her eyes.
There were even those who said that Mizz Elizabeth's eyes changed color depending on her mood, that they brightened when she brightened and deepened when she felt blue.
Her cheeks were very smooth. Her skin-especially that on the cheeks of her ass-was every bit as smooth a it had been when she was a little baby.
She was not very big. As a matter-of-fact, it would have been an understatement to say that she was diminutive.
The truth of the matter was that Mizz Elizabeth stood only a fraction of an inch taller than five feet. She had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her life.
In spite of her small size, however, she had HUGE tits.
Her tits were not only huge, but they were full and firm with Mizz Elizabeth's youth. They rested high on her chest.
Yes. Mizz Elizabeth's boobs lived high on her chest even when they were not being artificially supported there.
Mizz Elizabeth was one of the few women, white or black, who had cleavage even when she was completely naked.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth's tits were perfectly shaped. They were rounded on their bottoms and sloped at their tops.
The white woman's tits were shaped so that the nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing or sitting up straight.
As long as Mizz Elizabeth was standing up or sitting up, one could be assured that she was doing so in a straight manner.
Mizz Elizabeth had perfect posture. The woman never slouched. She walked like a recent graduate from a finishing school for ladies.
Indeed, she walked and sat, with her nipples pointing slightly upward, as if she were balancing a book on top of her head.
She had tits that were so firm that they did not flatten at all, even though she was, just then, on her back.
She had a flat firm belly. Her waist was very slender. Mizz Elizabeth had a perfect figure. Her waist was a mere twenty-two inches.
She had a perfect rear, rounded both at the sides and at the rear.
Yummy buns!
What an ass!
There were many men who thought that Mizz Elizabeth's ass was her finest feature. She knew how to use that can.
She wiggled her ass from side to side when she walked. She swung that thing like a pendulum as part of an affected gait.
Her legs were not long, but they were femininely shapely. Her thighs were tapered perfectly from her round hips down to her unscarred knees.
Her shins were smooth.
Her calves were rounded, without being overly muscles. Mizz Elizabeth's ankles were trim and finely-turned. Her toes were chubby and cute.
Mizz Elizabeth's toes were all very close to being the same length, including the big toes. Her hands were feminine and lovely.
The fingers were log, and slender.
Mizz Elizabeth was the sort of woman (vain) who paid a great deal of attention to her manicure. It was Mizz Elizabeth's pride that her nails were perfect at all times.
Her nails were all precisely the same length. They were filed so that they had a common roundness to their tips.
They looked, somewhat, like the claws of an animal. Mizz Elizabeth always kept her fingernails painted a dark red color.
The crimson hue of her nails, Mizz Elizabeth correctly assumed, went very well with her peaches and cream complexion.
Naturally, Mizz Elizabeth painted her tiny round toenails so that they matched her fingernails at all times.
Mizz Elizabeth was not totally aware of his extraordinary her crotch region was. The extraordinary thing about her crotch was that she hardly had any hair growing on it.
Most women had inverted triangles of hair growing above their pussies, hair completely covering their mounds.
Most women had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas, and even down below in between the cheeks of their asses, especially around their ass-holes. Mizz Elizabeth had none of this.
All the beautiful white woman had were two twin curls of light blonde hair growing at the base of her mound.
Those locks of golden hair grew directly above and to the sides of the top of her pink poontang gash, above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin. The hair that grew there covered less than a third of her mound.
What hair there was down there was so light that it was all but invisible when viewed in dim or indirect light.
Mizz Elizabeth did not have any hair at all growing along the sides of her vulva, and she was equally bald around her anus.
She began to stroke the tips of her long red fingernails slowly-oh ever so slowly-up and down the insides of her thighs.
She raised her knees.
She pointed her knees outward.
She stroked all the way from her bent knees down to the sides of her vulva. She was hotter than ever. She dipped a finger into her honey pot.
The finger got wet.
She raised that finger to her face. She sniffed it. Then she licked it clean.
*****
The woman then began to stroke her outer cunt lips with a fingertip. "Ahhhhhhh," she said. Her mouth fell open.
Her finger explored her cunt tissues thoroughly. She squirmed wildly on the bed. She stuck her finger right up her cunt hole. That only made the desire in her cunt grow worse.
She knew that she had to pull the magic trigger. It was time, time for her to diddle her clit and give herself a wonderful come.
She placed the tip of her finger directly on her love button.
"Ummmmmmmm," she said.
She tossed her head from side to side. Mizz Elizabeth began to diddle.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she said.
She diddled the focal point of her feminine desire harder and faster. Then she made herself come. She could feel the wonderful explosions in her pussy. She diddled until the fabulous earth-shattering fleshquake was through. Then she pulled her fingers out of her own pie.
She had a glow in her cunt and in her lower belly. She raised the wet hand to her face. She closed and opened the fingers, making strings of natural vaginal lubrication form between the knuckles. She again sniffed her wet fingers and then licked them clean.
Lord, Mizz Elizabeth sure did love the flavor of her own cunt juice. She loved the flavor every bit as much as the smell.
*****
Only minutes after Mizz Elizabeth jerked off she felt horny again.
This time, she knew that self-abuse was not the answer. She needed more. Then she thought about her husband.
He was fucking nigger woman and getting sucked off by nigger wenches. Well, two could play at that game.
Mizz Elizabeth decided that she was going to use the sexual services of the plantation's slaves as well. She threw on a robe.
She padded on bare feet to the door of the bedroom. She opened it and stepped out into the hall.
"Hattie?"
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth?"
"Do me a favor-go out to the cotton fields and fetch me a big nigger stud."
"Mizz Elizabeth, you sure."
"Do it, Hattie."
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
"Pick a tall one."
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
"That one who delivered the meat to the kitchen yesterday," the white woman said. "You mean Buck."
"That's the one."
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
Mizz Elizabeth returned to her room and waited. She was going to have a lot of fun on this day. She had experienced a lot of pleasure already-even though it was self-induced-and it was not even noon yet.
After ten minutes of waiting-although it seemed like a lot longer than that to Mizz Elizabeth-there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Buck."
"Enter."
The door opened and a huge, muscular black man entered the room. Mizz Elizabeth was in awe of him-of his ebony physical beauty.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that Buck was scared shitless.
"Relax," the white woman said. "Why am I here."
"To help me."
"Help with what, Mizz Elizabeth? You want something lifted."
"No, Buck."
"What then?"
Buck could smell the scent of cunt in the air. He could see the puffiness of her lips. She untied her robe.
She allowed her robe to fall open. "I want you to make love to me," the white woman said. "But-"
"I want you to kiss and lick me all over my body, Buck."
"Mizz Elizabeth."
"What's the problem?"
"The Master would have my nuts if he found out," the black man said. "I am not going to tell him."
"Oh."
Buck could feel a stirring down below. Mizz Elizabeth looked down and she could see a bulge forming in the crotch of Buck's burlap trousers.
She could tell by the size of the bulge that Buck was hung like a horse-just like her husband. This, naturally enough, was just what Mizz Elizabeth had hoped for.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth stretched out on her back on the bed. "Buck?"
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth?"
"Take of my nightgown for me."
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
She sat up and put her arms over her head like a little girl. She could hear Buck suck in his breath as he pulled her only garment over her head.
Buck was looking at a white woman naked for the first time in her life.
"Like it?"
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
"I like the way you look, too."
"Thank you, Mizz Elizabeth."
"You are so tall. How tall are you."
"Six feet three inches."
"How much do you weigh."
"Two-ten."
Nigger studs always knew how tall they were and how much they weighed-for it was on these criterion that their sale price was set.
Age was also a factor when it came to the price of a slave. Buck knew that he was about twenty-three years old.
Mizz Elizabeth could see that his burr head had been cropped short. He was very dark. Buck had thick slabs of muscle across his upper torso. His shoulders were very broad and her had a thick neck.
Mizz Elizabeth could see that Buck's shoulders were so broad that he had been forced to turn slightly sideways to get into the bedroom. She could see that his entire upper torso was massive.
Mizz Elizabeth noticed that Buck's ears were small and tucked closely to the sides of his head. His eyes were big and brown. Buck's nose was broad and flat. His chin was strong.
Mizz Elizabeth could see that, in spite of the size of Buck's upper torso, his waist and his hips were extraordinarily slender.
She could see that there was a great ratio between Buck's chest and waist measurements. Maybe even two to one.
She could see that, from the waist up, anyway, Buck was shaped like a triangle with its point down. She could see that Buck's thighs were thick and heavily muscled.
Mizz Elizabeth knew that she would never get around to measuring in a million years, but she suspected from the start that one of Buck's thighs was greater in girth than her entire waist.
*****
Buck's legs were long, and his hands and feet were extraordinary large.
Mizz Elizabeth could see that the same thing was true of another all-important part of Buck's masculine anatomy.
"Buck?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Take down your trousers."
"Yes, ma'am."
Buck hitched down his pants and his dick popped out. Mizz Elizabeth once again sucked in her breath. He sure was big, and black.
"Make love to me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Buck remembered what Mizz Elizabeth had said about kissing and licking her all over. "Where do you want me to start kissing you?" the black man said.
"I want you to start at my mouth, Buck," the white woman said.
"And where would you like me to finish?" the black man said.
"I want you to end up at my nether mouth, my pussy."
"I see."
"More specifically, I want you to finish at my love button. You know what that is, right? My love button?" Mizz Elizabeth said.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good."
Buck stretched out on his side beside Mizz Elizabeth and pressed his hand cock and swollen balls against her side.
The man then lowered his black face over her. He moved as if he were moving in slow motion. Mizz Elizabeth could feel her lips starting to tingle as she thought about getting kissed for the first time by nigger lips.
The woman had a pouting mouth. Her lips were puffy. She looked either as if she desperately needed to be kissed or as if she had been kissed far too many times already.
Buck paused with his mouth less than an inch from hers.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the hot moist breath of the black man on her mouth. Then Buck kissed the white woman for the first time.
The kiss as very gentle at first. That did not last for long.
Soon the black man was pressing his mouth against the white woman's mouth so hard that Mizz Elizabeth could feel her lips being pressed back against the front of her teeth.
Mizz Elizabeth's teeth were pearly white.
Perfectly straight.
Her nose was very tine, a mere button. Mizz Elizabeth had the sort of nose that turned up slightly at the tip.
Mizz Elizabeth's nostrils were a little on the pinched side-but they tended to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.
Mizz Elizabeth was VERY excited at the prospect of getting kissed and licked and bit and sucked all over by Buck's hot nigger mouth.
*****
Buck writhed his lips over the white woman's hungry mouth. They kissed with their lips and with their lips alone for a long time then this suddenly changed.
Just as if the black man and the white woman had practiced this oral caress of mutual pleasure a thousand times in the past, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.
They touched their tongue tips together and both shivered with the sexual joy this spawned. Buck could feel his cock throb-the black man felt his balls ache even worse than before.
The man and the woman thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths with their tongues. Buck licked at the inside of Mizz Elizabeth's cheek with his tongue tip. Mizz Elizabeth placed the tip of her tongue all along the roof of the black man's mouth. Buck pushed he tip of his tongue under the white woman's tongue-and in this manner the black man stimulated Mizz Elizabeth's salivary gland. Drool rolled from her mouth down both of their chins at the same time.
The biracial kiss was sloppy.
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through.
Buck showered Mizz Elizabeth's face with tiny peck kisses. He then moved his mouth to the side of her neck.
"Buck?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Know what?"
"What's that?"
"You're good at this."
"Thank you. I am inspired."
"Uh huh."
Buck then began to kiss and lick at the sides of her neck. He concentrated his oral attention on her jugular vein.
He used his teeth.
He gave her love bites.
He bit her hard enough to make it hurt a little-which was precisely the way the white woman liked it. He did not, however, leave his nigger teeth in one place along the side of her neck to take the risk of leaving any lasting marks. Buck was smart enough to know that giving the wife of your white master a hickey could result in your getting your balls chopped off with a rusty knife-or something even more hideous than that.
*****
Buck parted his lips and allowed his tongue to protrude.
"Ummmmmmmm, you are making me feel so hot," the white woman said.
Buck then began to flick his tongue across Mizz Elizabeth's earlobe.
"That's it, that's it, ummmmmmmm," the white woman said.
Buck used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer shell of her ear. Buck then stiffened his tongue and did something that the white woman did not completely expect.
Buck plunged his tongue right into her ear. Mizz Elizabeth found that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She shivered violently. Mizz Elizabeth shivered so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when she thought she was going to shake herself right out of her skin.
She could feel her entire body becoming covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. The gooseflesh started beneath her arms and spread outward from there in a series of constantly growing concentric circles.
The gooseflesh spread until she was enveloped by the stuff.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end. Each hair was supported by its own goosebump.
Buck then pulled his tongue out of her ear. He used his hand to turn her head the other way. He began to kiss and lick and nibble at the other side of Mizz Elizabeth's swan-like neck.
Buck then licked her other ear, inside and out. Mizz Elizabeth still thought this felt very good-but her reaction the second time was not as strong.
The element of surprise was gone. Buck then kissed the top of her chest.
"Ohhhh, Mizz Elizabeth, your flesh, it is delicious," the black man said.
"Your mouth is so hot, nigger, ummmmmmm," the white woman said.
Buck then began to kiss Mizz Elizabeth on her left tit.
He kissed that mountain of fine white female flesh in diminishing circles. He started at the base of the mountain and then worked his way upward.
He spiraled his oral caresses upward, arranging his kisses and licks so that each one was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
Buck took his time about it, but he finally got his fat nigger lips to the place on the white woman's tit where Mizz Elizabeth wanted it most of all.
Her nipple!
*****
He kissed the rosebud.
"You are making my nipple grow so big," the white woman said.
"It is nowhere near as big as it is going to get," the black man said.
"No?"
"Nope."
"Show me."
Buck began to flick his tongue across her nipple lightly.
"Ummmmmmmm."
Buck covered Mizz Elizabeth's feminine erection with spittle. "Yessssssss," the white woman said. The woman tossed her head from side to side a little. Buck then wrapped his fat nigger lips around the nipple and sucked.
He sucked hard. He sucked as hard as he could. Mizz Elizabeth could feel her nipple growing inside Buck's mouth like crazy.
Naturally enough, Buck kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times. He sucked and licked at the white woman's feminine erection simultaneously.
"Bite," she said.
He bit.
"Harder," she said.
He chomped down good.
"Owwwwwwww, that's it, that's it, make it hurt," the white woman said.
Buck began to tug at the white woman's nipple with his teeth.
"Yesssssss," the white woman hissed like a snake in the grass.
"Grrrrrrrr," Buck said.
Buck was making intrinsically animalistic growling noises in his throat.
There was a frightening moment or two when the white woman thought the black man had lost control of himself. Mizz Elizabeth feared Buck had lost all sense and was going to rip her nipple right off the tip of her tit.
But he didn't.
Buck did not even come close.
As it turned out, the black man knew precisely what he was doing. He released his white teeths' grip on the nipple before any damage could be done.
Mizz Elizabeth had her eyes closed. She opened them and blinked away a tear. She looked at the nipple that had just popped out from between Buck's fat nigger lips.
Mizz Elizabeth was astounded by what she saw.
The white woman could see that her nipple had grown-by far-larger than it had ever grown before.
The nipple was protruding a full inch from the tip of her tit.
"Oh my God," the white woman said. "What do you think."
"It is huge!"
"I said I would make it grow."
"Yes, but-my!"
"Did I hurt you much?"
"You hurt me just right."
"Shall I do the other to?"
"Yes."
"Same way, Mizz Elizabeth."
"Yes, nigger!"
Mizz Elizabeth could feel Buck starting to kiss and lick at her right tit at that moment. He once again went all the way from gingerly kissing and licking to harsh sucking and biting.
Buck did not stop until once again both of the white woman's nipples were the same size. They were both humongous.
He pulled on that second nipple with his teeth so hard that the skin all around the nipple was stretched taut. Buck tugged so hard at Mizz Elizabeth's feminine erection that he made the white woman's whole tit appear to be a good deal pointier than usual.
*****
Buck pulled his mouth away from Mizz Elizabeth's fine boobs for the second and final time. He decided that he was going to use his hands to play with Mizz Elizabeth's knockers for a moment or two.
He placed his palms over her tits. Mizz Elizabeth could see that his palms were a lot lighter than the backs of his hands. She wondered if this was because of all of the work Buck had to do out in the fields. No, no, no, she was being silly. She thought about it and realized that this was true of the palms of all niggers' hands.
The man placed his hands so that Mizz Elizabeth's supererect nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his palms. Buck found that he had to open his fingers as far apart as they could go if he hoped to hold Mizz Elizabeth's tit flesh in its entirety.
Buck squeezed the white woman's boobs. So firm!
So full! So ripe!
Buck squeezed so hard that he puckered her tit flesh with the tips of his fingers. Buck began to move Mizz Elizabeth's tits around in a series of slow and sensuous circles on her chest.
He pushed her tits upward toward her shoulders. Then Buck pulled the white woman's knockers downward toward the slightly protruding base of her rib cage. Buck pulled Mizz Elizabeth's boobs apart so that the skin in the cleavage between them was stretched taut.
Buck then pushed Mizz Elizabeth's tits together at the center of her chest.
Her boobs were flattened at their insides, and the cleavage between them became long and deep.
*****
Buck loved the way that Mizz Elizabeth's nipples felt against his palms, throbbing so intensely, still every bit as large as they had been when the black man first finished biting them. Then Buck pulled his hands away from her boobs.
"Buck?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Suck my toes."
"Yes, Mizz Elizabeth."
Buck moved all the way down to the foot of the bed and began to suck at Mizz Elizabeth's right big toe.
'The other ones too."
"Yes, ma'am."
Buck sucked at all ten of Mizz Elizabeth's chubby piggies.
"Now pull the toes apart with your fingers and flick the tip of your tongue back and forth between them."
"Yes, ma'am."
Buck once again did as the woman told him. He then kissed the tops of her feet. Buck kissed Mizz Elizabeth's ankles.
Her shins.
Her calves.
Mizz Elizabeth lifted her shapely gams one at a time so that Buck could flick the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly across the smooth and soft, hypersensitive and super-erogenous skin at the backs of Mizz Elizabeth's knees.
CHAPTER THREE
'Know what I am going to do to you now, nigger wench."
"No, Master."
"Now I am going to whip your nigger skin off of you, bitch."
"Whip?"
"You heard me, cunt. I am going to beat the tar out of you."
"Please-"
"Shut up, nigger. Good. I have decided to give you a choice."
"What kind of choice?"
"You get to choose what kind of whip I will use on you."
"Oh."
"You do not sound very enthusiastic in your response, cunt."
"Sorry."
"Look, over there on the wall of the torture chamber, see."
"Where?"
"Right in front of you. Those are whips mounted on the wall."
"I choose one."
"Correct."
"I choose, then, Master, to be whipped by the smallest whip."
"The joke is on you."
"Pardon me?"
"You see, nigger cunt, the smallest whip is also the most savage."
"But, but, but, but, how can that be?" asked the nigger wench.
Master thought that the nigger wench's stammer was pathetically charming.
"That is something your nigger mind can never understand."
"What is that smallest whip made out of, Master?" the nigger wench said.
"It is made out of the finest imported leather, nigger."
"Is it the black leather that gives it its bite?" the nigger wench said.
"No, it is what is inside the fine black leather that counts."
"What is that?"
"A shoot of imported bamboo-imported from India, you see."
"Oh."
"That shoot will crack with the snap of my wrist violently!"
Master walked over there and pulled the whip from the wall.
"What is the whip called?" the nigger wench asked in a small voice.
"It is called a riding crop. It is used by those who mount horses."
"You are going to use a whip designed for horses on my flesh?"
"That is correct. The riding crop will instantly raise welts."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"I am going to hold nothing back. I am going to whip you as hard as I can," the man said.
"Are you going to limit your blows to the cheeks of my ass."
"No."
Cocoa felt a cold chill run up and down her spine when he said that.
"Where, where, where, where else are you going to, to whip me?"
"I am going to whip up and down the entire length of your body."
"Noooooooo-"
"I am afraid that you do not have any choice in the matter."
"Please-"
"I am going to stripe your black skin with ugly red welts."
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
"I am going to whip you until my arm is ready to fall off."
Master held the whip in his right hand. He squeezed it tightly. "Please have mercy on me."
"Shut the fuck up, nigger."
"I have done nothing bad."
"You were born a nigger."
"But-"
"And you were born with a cunt."
Cocoa knew there was nothing she could say to change Master's mind. Master squeezed the whip so hard that his knuckles whitened.
Master moved to the side of the bed. He raised his right arm over his head. He found himself thinking about the war.
The Civil War. The War Between The States.
The year was Nineteen-hundred and sixty-four.
Master had heard tell the South was losing the War.
Somehow he could not bring himself to believe it was true. No way. How could them Union fairies beat the good old boys.
No way, he repeated to himself.
Where did them Northern pansies get off telling him what he could own and what he couldn't own.
The Union wanted to take the Master's fun away. Yeah, them marching Northern soldiers plum wanted to take away the handsome white man's nigger poon-tang.
Then he's have to fuck his wife all the time.
The wife was good looking and all, but he couldn't beat the living fuck out of her and not feel guilty about it the way he could do to nigger wench's like Cocoa. Master raised his right arm over his head. His cocked his arm, his hand slightly behind his neck.
Master cocked his arm over Cocoa's bare black bottom as if he were cocking to trigger to a holster pistol.
Then the whip came down. CRACK!
The truth of the matter was that the nigger wench heard the sound of the whip striking her flesh a second or two before she felt it.
It took the nigger wench's central nervous system that long to get the message through its complicate network of nerve-endings to the gray matter of her brain.
Master and the nigger wench silently agreed that the sound of the whip on her buttocks resembled that of a shotgun blast.
*****
Master brought the whip down across both of the nigger wench's buttocks simultaneously.
Cocoa's pain seemed to take its time, but it finally did arrive. She remembered a time when she had stubbed her toe in the dark in the middle of the night. There had been a time when she had known that it was going to hurt like hell.
The only thing to do was wait for the pain to arrive. Sure enough, the pain always arrived.
"OWWWWWWWW!" the nigger wench said.
Cocoa could not believe the intensity of the pain she was experiencing. Her facial features seriously contorted.
The man recoiled his arm a bit from the force of the blow he delivered. Even he had been surprised by the noise he had made.
He had heard the cracking sound of the whip against the black cheeks of the nigger wench's ass echo off the walls.
"How does that feel?"
"It hurts!"
"Badly?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"It hurts worse than any pain I have previously known."
"Excellent."
The man once again raised his arm high over his head.
"Please, please, please, do not strike me again," she begged. "Fuck you." The whip came down. CRACK!
"Owwww w www!" Master laughed.
Cocoa could feel the pain starting at the cheeks of her ass. The pain spread outward from her ebony buttocks in a series of concentric circles. It did not stop spreading until it filled her body. The pain went up her back.
The pain went down her legs.
The pain soon seemed to effect each and every one of the nigger wench's nerve-endings, with the exception, of course, of those in Cocoa's hands and feet where she could not feel anything at all due to the stringent bondage.
CRACK!
SMACK!
WHACK!
CRACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Master was careful not to bring the whip down twice in the same place. He knew that would be a waste of time.
Master was smart enough about the ways of sadomasochism to know that her nerve-endings were being temporarily deadened-numbed-by each blow from the leather and bamboo horse whip.
Master could see no point in striking the nigger wench in a place where she could no longer feel it. No point at all.
Master wanted to make damned sure that the nigger wench's pain was fresh and new with each savage blow.
*****
Just as he had earlier promised, he did not limit his savage whipping blows to the cheeks of her ass. He began to whip at the backs of her thighs.
CRACK!
SMACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Master whipped at the backs of her calves-and then at the backs of the nigger wench's knees, where he knew the pain would be particularly sharp. Then he whipped the small of her back.
She could feel the pain changing.
She could feel the sharpness wearing off of her pain. She could feel the pain transforming into a dull ache-a warmth as much as a pain.
Yes, Cocoa could feel the pain blending with the ache of desire that had been in her cunt all along. The whipping was making her hornier.
WHACK!
CRACK!
"Owwwwwwww!"
Master brought the whip down very hard at the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of her ass. He could see the welts on her flesh.
Others, he knew, would think that the nigger wench's welts were ugly. But that is not what the handsome white man thought.
Nope.
He thought the nigger wench's welts were beautiful. He made the welts appear on her flesh in pretty designs.
Sometimes the welts crisscrossed.
CRACK!
SMACK!
"Ummmmmmmm."
That was not a scream of pain the man heard coming from the nigger wench's far nigger lips. It was a moan. A moan of pleasure!
*****
She found that her pain and her pleasure were blending together. They were becoming all but indistinguishable.
Her pain was her please and her pleasure was her pain. They were one and the same. Cocoa was a sensate.
Only sensation measured. Whether it was painful or pleasure made no difference. It was the intensity of the sensation that mattered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mizz Elizabeth then stuck both of her legs up in the air at the same time. The white woman rolled her weight backward.
The weight of Mizz Elizabeth's lower torso shifted from her buttocks to the small of her back. Her ass cheeks rolled up off the bed.
Her ass cheeks rolled right up into the nigger stud's handsome face. The woman stuck her toes straight up in the air.
Her legs were straight for a moment and her thighs were parted-so that she was making a perfect vee with her legs.
Then Mizz Elizabeth tucked her knees back down toward her chest. She curled herself into a ball and her ass cheeks tilted even further upward.
"Bite my ass," the white woman said.
"Yes, ma'am," the nigger stud said.
He bit lightly at the firm yet supple flesh of her ass.
"Bite harder."
"All right."
He bit so hard that he left teeth marks in the creamy white flesh. "That hard enough."
"Yes!"
He made it hurt.
*****
There were a couple of times when Buck bit so hard at the white woman's ass cheeks that she thought the nigger stud was going to break the skin with those sharp choppers of his.
"Now, Buck, I want you to massage the cheeks of my ass."
"Yes, ma'am."
The black man lightly rubbed his fingertips over her buttocks. "Scratch a little bit at them fanny cakes, you nigger hunk!"
Buck obeyed his instructions. Then he began to really massage the flesh.
"Yeah, ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss, that's good," the white woman said.
Buck was kneading Mizz Elizabeth's ass flesh lovingly.
"You make my ass cheeks feel like a pair of loaves of unrisen dough."
"That's good, Mizz Elizabeth, I want them to feel that way."
"You are making the ass cheeks feel ready for the baker's oven."
The black stud then pushed his fingertips inward toward the crack of her ass. At the same time, he pushed his elbows outward.
Buck's elbows were pointing at opposite walls of the master bedroom.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Mizz Elizabeth moaned, her mouth falling open.
Buck allowed the tips of his fingers to crawl inward, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her ass cheeks.
The tips of the nigger stud's middle fingers moved closer and closer to Mizz Elizabeth's ass-hole. His fingers creeped inward until those fingertips were a mere fraction of an inch from the rectum.
Buck curled his fingers at the knuckles and used the blunt tips of his black fingers to pucker the flesh on either side of her rectum.
"Pull me open," the white woman said.
Buck began to separate Mizz Elizabeth's ass cheeks slowly and ceremoniously.
"Ummmmmmmm," the white woman said.
Buck opened the fanny cakes as if he were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. He did not stop pulling Mizz Elizabeth's ass cheeks apart until they were opened every bit a far as they could go.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretch taut.
"Ahhhhhhhh," the white woman said.
She could even feel some of the puckers in her ass-hole being smoothed by the tension Buck was exerting down there.
Buck could see that Mizz Elizabeth's poontang's natural lubrication was dribbling out of the base of her snatch.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel that thick waterfall of aromatic juice.
Buck thought it looked like so many melted pearls were dripping from her cunt. He could smell the rich scent of her pussy.
He snorted the odor of the white woman's cunt into his sinuses.
Buck then lowered his chin to the bed. He placed his strong chin, as it so happened, directly on the wet spot Mizz Elizabeth had made on the dark red bedspread with her dripping cunt.
Then he parted his lips.
Buck stuck out his tongue.
He placed the tip of his tongue on the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of her ass, near the small of her back, directly between the twin dimples that indicated the location of Mizz Elizabeth's kidneys. Buck began to flick the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly back and forth.
"Lick upward," she said.
It was a command.
Buck lifted his chin from the wet spot on the red bedspread. "That's it," she said.
He licked upward slowly. He could taste the cunt juice that had dripped down into the cleavage between her fine ass cheeks.
Buck could tell long before he actually licked her pussy that her pussy was going to taste marvelous. Buck could tell that the white woman's cunt was going to taste every bit as good as it smelled-and that was saying something because Mizz Elizabeth's juicy poontang smelled just like Heaven.
*****
Buck licked upward, deeper and deeper into Mizz Elizabeth's ass cheeks cleavage, closer and closer to Mizz Elizabeth's bung hole, a fraction of an inch at a time.
He was patient.
He was teasing.
He was sensuously effective.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the desire in her ass-hole getting worse with each passing second. She could feel a tingling at the mouth of her rectum.
That tingling moved inward.
It filled her sphincter-and then moved into her colon. Mizz Elizabeth could feel her horniness deep inside her bowels.
Buck took his time about it, but he finally got his bold and curious tongue tip to her ass-hole. She shivered with her joy.
"YES!" she exclaimed.
The truth of the matter was that the nigger stud licked rather tentatively at her ass-hole at first. He licked only around the outer edges of her rectal area-and he used only the very tip of his constantly busy tongue.
Her ass-hole looked like a pink asterisk.
It was completely devoid of hair. Buck could not help but wonder if all white woman had hairless ass-holes and practically hairless cunts. Since Mizz Elizabeth's crotch was the only white woman's crotch the nigger stud had ever seen, he had no grounds for comparison.
Buck's rim job of the white woman's anus became more enthusiastic.
Buck began to lick at Mizz Elizabeth's ass-hole with the flat part of his tongue. He licked across the throbbing bung and he did not stop until he had licked away all of the flavor.
There was a delicious combination of vaginal and anal flavors at that pink spot when he started licking it.
There was no taste remaining at that pink asterisk at all by the time he was through.
"Now I want you to do something extra kinky," the white woman said.
"What's that, Mizz Elizabeth?" the nigger stud questioned.
"I want you to stick your tongue right up inside my ass."
"Very well, Mizz Elizabeth," Buck said, after taking a deep breath.
Buck once again stuck his tongue out between his fat nigger lips as far as he could get it. He made it pointy at the tip.
He stiffened his tongue.
Buck felt a slightly uncomfortable tugging down by the roots of his tongue.
He placed the pointy tip of his tongue directly on the pink asterisk of Mizz Elizabeth's ass-hole. The white woman concentrated on relaxing the all-important ring of tight muscle at the mouth of her bung hole.
Buck began to push. He pushed harder.
Then Mizz Elizabeth began to open.
"THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT! DO IT! DO IT! STICK IT IN! STICK IT INSIDE ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME, DEEP INSIDE ME, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWW, STICK YOUR STIFFENED TONGUE AS DEEP UP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE AS YOU CAN GET IT, OHHHHHHHH!"
Just as Mizz Elizabeth had requested, Buck did not stop pushing his tongue into the white woman's ass-hole until the tip pushed right past her tight, tubular sphincter muscle into her soft colon. Mizz Elizabeth found that her legs were getting a little tired from being held up in the air for so long. She decided that she should give them some support. Mizz Elizabeth reached up with her slender white arms and she grabbed herself at her trim ankles. Mizz Elizabeth squeezed her own finely turned ankles so tightly that each and every one of her knuckles whitened.
*****
"Wiggle your tongue around, ohhhhhhhh, wiggle your tongue around inside my ass-hole," the white woman said.
Buck did as he was told.
"Work it in and out," the white woman said.
Buck again obeyed. Mizz Elizabeth could feel her rectum being pushed and pulled by the movements of the nigger stud's stiffened tongue.
It did not take long for Mizz Elizabeth to realize that she was only teasing herself by allowing the nigger stud to fuck her ass-hole with a stiffened tongue.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that the nigger stud's tongue was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her inner ass.
The white woman could tell that it would take something much larger-like the nigger stud's cock, for example-to satisfy the sexual craving she felt in her bowels.
The truth was that Mizz Elizabeth could feel the deep rim job she was receiving just then from the nigger stud's tongue causing the desire in her cunt to grow and grow and grow.
"Stop," she said.
Buck stopped working his stiffened tongue in and out of her ass-hole.
"Pull your tongue out," the white woman said.
Buck began to yank his stiffened taster from her ass-hole. He pulled the tip of his tongue out of the white woman's rectum very slowly so that her ass-hole would not be forced to slam shut on her.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth released her own grip on her ankles and she lowered her feet down onto Buck's back. Buck could feel Mizz Elizabeth's toes gripping and clawing at the muscles of his back, out near his shoulders. Mizz Elizabeth rolled so that her cunt was now right in front of the nigger stud's handsome face. Buck moved his fingertips to the outer lips of her vulva.
Buck once again had his elbows pointing outward in opposite directions, just as they had been before he yanked open her ass cheeks.
Now he began to open her cunt. He once again did this slowly and gently. Buck opened Mizz Elizabeth's pussy lips until her cunt looked more like a slab of raw meat than like a woman's primary fuck hole.
Buck placed the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of Mizz Elizabeth's pussy and her ass-hole.
Buck discovered that Mizz Elizabeth's natural lubrication was gathered thickly at that spot. He sucked the juice away. Then he began to lick at the outermost portions of her cunt.
He licked up and down the entire length of her pussy, all the way from the base to the top of that eager gash.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that the nigger stud knew his way around a woman's cunt. She correctly assumed that the nigger wenches Buck had been with enjoyed having their pussies orally pleasured the exact same way she did.
*****
Buck allowed the tip of his tongue to come very close to her clitoris without actually touching it. She could feel him licking to the sides of her clit, and above her love button at her clitoral foreskin.
CHAPTER FIVE
CRACK!
Master brought the whip down hard against the small of the nigger wench's back. She could feel the leather and bamboo riding crop coming down several inches above the top of the crack of her ass.
WHACK!
Cocoa could feel the whip coming down against the small of her back once again. This blow was several inches above the previous one.
SMACK!
Cocoa could feel the horse whip striking her in the center of her back, directly between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
CRACK!
"YESSSSSSS!"
The Master could tell that the nigger wench no longer minded the whipping. As a matter-of-fact, he could tell she was starting to get off on it.
"You love it."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You love the whip."
"Yes."
'Tell me!"
"YES!"'
'Tell me all about it, nigger wench."
"I LOVE THE WHIP."
"Good," the man said.
With that, the handsome white man stopped the whipping process. Master had no fun hurting the nigger wench when she was enjoying the pain so much. Besides, he was bored with this form of abuse.
His arm was tired.
Truth is, the white man whipped the nigger wench until his arm felt like it was going to fall off. Master shook that arm.
He wanted to get the blood flowing through the muscles properly once again.
Master had whipped the nigger wench all up and down the entire back side of her body so hard that he had worked up quite a sweat.
Cocoa, of course, was lathered with nigger sweat too. Master could smell the funky odor rising from Cocoa's body.
She had been sweating with fear and pain, the man could tell.
The sweat, the nigger wench could feel, was getting into the wounds, in the spots where the black skin was broken.
Cocoa could feel the perspiration from her anxiety and agony making her wounds sting even more than they would have anyway.
Cocoa was literally pouring salt into her own wounds.
*****
Master tossed the whip aside carelessly when he was through using it on the nigger wench's naked and bound helpless body.
The handsome white man did not even bother to turn his head to see where the riding crop ended up after he tossed it.
Cocoa and the man could both, however, hear the horse whip scuttling its way across the packed dirt floor of the torture chamber.
The white man and the nigger wench could tell the leather and bamboo instrument of pain had ended up in the far corner of the chamber.
That it, it had ended up in the corner that was the furthest from the exit-entrance.
"You enjoyed the pain?"
"Yes, Master."
"You want more pain?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Do not be evasive."
"Yes, Master. I want more pain."
"Good, then more pain you will have."
"Are you going to whip me some more?"
"No. I am going to try a different form of abuse now," he said.
"Oh."
"Yes."
"What are you, what are you going to do to me, Master?"
"That, you will find out when the time comes," the man said.
"Please pardon me for being impatient," the nigger wench said.
"It is perfectly understandable, nigger wench," the man said.
The man then began to unlock the cuffs that held her bound.
"Ahhhhhhhhm" the nigger wench said after each cuff was unlocked. "Fell better?"
"Much better."
Master unlocked all four cuffs. Cocoa still felt immobile.
"I feel, I feel like I am frozen in this position," the nigger wench said.
"Your ability to move will come back soon enough," the man said.
Master massaged the nigger wench's hands and feet to help the circulation.
"Wiggle your fingers."
"Okay." She did.
"Now your toes."
"All right."
She successfully wiggled her toes.
"Now let's see if you can get off of the torture table on your own."
Cocoa gave it her best shot. She sat up on the table on her welt-covered buttocks. Her flesh was still numb. Her flesh was glowing. Cocoa felt as if her flesh were singing. It would be a while yet before her numbness would wear off and the nigger wench would realize-for the first time, really, just how severely she had been wounded by the man's whip. She dropped her feet to the floor.
She stood for a moment. But not for long. She collapsed onto her hands and knees. Master stood so that he was directly in front of her.
"Look at my cock."
"Oh my."
"What do you see."
"It got big again."
"Uhhuh."
Master reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Cocoa's kinky hair. "Ow."
"Suck it."
"Yes, Master."
Master moaned as Cocoa opened her mouth and took his cock head.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp," the nigger wench said as she toked that glans.
"I am not going to be satisfied by just this, this time."
Cocoa looked up at the man for a moment with worried eyes. She did not know what he meant, but she didn't like the sound of it.
"I am not going to be satisfied to just use your mouth. I am, going to want to use more," the man said.
She could feel another, yet another, cold shiver run up and down the entire length of her backbone when the man said that.
"I am not going to be appeased by just oral stimulation to the head of my cock. I want oral stimulation to the shaft as well."
Cocoa found that she was liking the sound of this less and less.
"I am going to want to use your throat, yes. I am going to ram my boner right down your gullet, ummmmmmmm."
Cocoa tried to think of a way in which the man could ram his cock down her gullet without having it hurt like hell.
But she didn't come up with anything-and there was a reason for that. There was no way he could do it without causing her agony.
"Yes, I am going to have you suck at the entire length of my cock at once-and you had better not bite my cock, either, nigger wench," the man said.
Cocoa continued to suck as hard as she could at the head of his cock. Cocoa had the vague hope that maybe she could suck him completely off-thus softening him-before he had the opportunity to ram his cock down her throat.
It didn't work.
The man pushed the tips of his fingers through the nigger wench's kinky hair all the way down to her brown scalp.
Master then worked his fingertips, a fraction of an inch at a time, along the top of her head to the back of her head.
Master allowed his blunt manly fingertips to creep down to the base of her skull-and then to the nape of her neck.
Master pressed with his fingertips very hard and he puckered the flesh with the tension he was exerting. He pressed his fingertips right into her flesh and he hurt her.
Then he turned his wrists.
He covered her shell-like ears with his palms. Master pinned the nigger wench's dark ears to the sides of her rather small head. He held her head very tightly.
He hurt her even more than before.
There was a frightening moment or two when she thought the man was going to crush her skull with his huge hands.
Cocoa felt as if her skull were about to be squashed just as if it were the skin of a grape. He held her head fast.
Master squeezed so tightly at the nigger wench's head that she could no longer turn her head from side to side.
He held her head so tightly that she could no longer pull back and away from his masculinely loped loins.
Cocoa discovered, soon enough, that the only direction she could move her head and shoulders was forward.
That made a hell of a lot of sense when she thought about it in retrospect-when all was said and done.
Forward was the only direction the handsome white sex master was interested in, when it came to the movement of the nigger wench's face.
The second he had her head held tightly he tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his own ass and pressed them together as tightly as he could get them.
The man then began to push forward with his narrow lower torso. Cocoa could tell that it was going to take all of her skills to keep her pearly white and razor sharp nigger teeth off of the man's cock as he fucked her face.
Yeah, that was it..
This was not going to be just a run of the mill blow job. Oh no. This was going to be a full-fledged FACE FUCK!
Cocoa desperately tried to think of a way to lessen her own inevitable agony. She could feel her fear making her heart pound.
Sweat dripped from her furrowed forehead down into her head, and her eyes were red. Cocoa's eyes were burning from the sweat in them.
Cocoa could feel the pain in her backside from the whipping she had received increasing with each passing second.
Cocoa could feel the numbness wearing off. She could tell that the pain in her back and ass and along the backs of her legs was going to soon be so severe that she would wish she could just die.
She could feel her terror becoming so intense that she lost her ability to think properly. She found that her gray matter brain was spinning around berserkly inside her skull.
She could feel her stream of consciousness becoming scattered and strewn. Cocoa found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her mind on any one subject for more than a minute fraction of a second.
Yes, the nigger wench's stream of consciousness felt at that delightfully sexual moment as if it were traveling in a thousand and one different directions at the same time.
Then a miracle happened.
Out of that chaos, there was a moment of magical lucidity.
Cocoa realized that she had to move her knees back on the floor. Her head was head still-but she could still move the rest of her body.
She moved her knees back on the floor away from the man's feet, away from the man's loins, away from the man's cock.
This enabled her to straighten her neck. Cocoa had been smart enough to realize that the unadulterated penetration of her nigger gullet was going to be easier-a little bit easier for both of them as a matter-of-fact-if her neck were straightened. Cocoa could feel the tip of the man's tool of masculinity pushing into the back of her mouth and then into her throat.
Just as one might imagine, he began to gag horribly the instant the cock struck her gullet.
*****
Tears fell from her eyes. Her eyes burned and turned very red.
"ACK! ACK!" the nigger wench said as her throat convulsed.
Master was very pleased by the sensations Cocoa's gagging caused.
"That's it, take that dick, take the whole fucking thing."
"ACK! ACK!" she said.
She could tell there was no way the man was going to stop pushing with his lower body until each and every inch of his dick-and that meant a hell of a lot of inches-was down her throat!
CHAPTER SIX
Buck once again licked up and down the entire length of Mizz Elizabeth's cunt, this time keeping the tip of his tongue in between her inner and outer cunt lips.
Buck, when at the top of the juicy white woman gash, again touched just to the sides and just above Mizz Elizabeth's clitoris-just to bring her to orgasm slowly.
Buck flicked the tip of his tongue gingerly all along the outermost edges of Mizz Elizabeth's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lipswhich she loved!
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the black man pushing the tip of his tongue in between her inner labia, near the top of her poontang. Buck touched Mizz Elizabeth's urethra.
Yes, the white woman could feel the tip of that bold and curious taster touching her piss hole-which was directly below and less than an inch away from her clit.
She yearned for the black man to lick upward onto the focal point of her feminine yearning. On the other hand, she rather enjoyed the teasing process.
Buck continued to tease. The nigger stud licked downward instead of upward. He hooked his tongue beneath the base of her pubic bone and then thrust forward very hard.
Buck drove the tip of his tongue right up into Mizz Elizabeth's cunt hole with that motion, and the white woman loved every millimeter of tongue inside her cunt.
The woman was tossing her head from side to side furiously and sweating profusely. Juice continued to dribble from the base of her pink, almost red, tunnel of love.
Mizz Elizabeth noticed that the black man tilted his head slightly to one side before he rammed his tongue into her-and she spent a moment or two wondering why that was.
The white woman then realized just how smart-or perhaps how instinctive-the black man was when it came to sex. It was increasingly obvious he knew what he was doing.
Mizz Elizabeth knew that Buck did not want to touch her love button with the tip of his flat Negro nose. He did not want to inadvertently trigger her orgasm.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the black man's nose touching her just to the side of her clit, because Buck had tilted his head to one side before penetrating her.
Buck wiggled the tip of his tongue around inside her cunt. Then he worked his tongue in and out of her juicy hole. He fucked Mizz Elizabeth with his long, stiffened organ of taste.
*****
"Buck-"
Buck continued to ram his stiffened tongue into her twat. "Buck."
The nigger slave stud pushed harder and faster into her quim. "Buck!"
Buck then stopped tongue-fucking Mizz
Elizabeth's cooze. "Yes, ma'am."
"Stop that. It is time. It is time to make me come now!" This was a command.
"Yes, ma'am."
He had explored each nook and cranny of her cunt with his tongue. "Make me have a BIG come."
"I'll do best I can."
"Good boy."
Buck placed the tip of his finger at the top of her gash.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the white woman said.
Mizz Elizabeth closed her eyes tightly-so that the eyelids wrinkled.
Buck could see the clitoris being rendered naked and vulnerable. Buck puckered his lips and made himself look as if he were about to whistle a happy tune.
Instead of whistling, however, the black man began to blow air directly onto the focal point of her desire.
Her clit!
Mizz Elizabeth thought that this indirect stimulation alone would be enough to trigger her orgasmic convulsions.
She could feel every muscle in her body tensing. The man then flicked outward with the tip of his tongue very fast.
Quick.
Lightning quick.
The nigger stud touched the fiery bulb of Mizz Elizabeth's clitoris as lightly and quickly as he possibly could.
The black man sought-and he found-the most subtle possible clitoral caress. He correctly assumed he would not have to touch her hard. Not on the clit, he didn't.
After all, that was the most sensitive spot on her whole body.
In spite of the gingerly nature of the clitoral caress, Mizz Elizabeth jerked violently. She could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up and down her spine.
She could feel her pleasure coming up just shy of being orgasmic in intensity. It got as far as the base of her skull.
She knew that the black man was not going to have to lick her little man in the boat for very long to make her come.
He could tell too. He had known nigger wenches that needed to have their clits licked a lot before they came.
Bitches made his jaw feel like it was going to fucking fall right off.
Buck could tell that Mizz Elizabeth was not going to be like that. Oh no, the white woman was not going to be like that at all.
Mizz Elizabeth was going to get her rocks off for the black man without him feeling the slightest twinge of discomfort in his jaw or tongue.
Buck began to dab the tip of his tongue against her love button.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel lightning bolt after lightning bolt after lightning bolt shooting up and down her spine.
But-each and every time-Buck took his tongue off of the near-spasming bulb before the pleasure became climactic.
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Make me come."
"Are you begging, ma'am?"
"Yes, slave, yes!"
"All right," the black man said.
Buck then gave her what she wanted.
Buck placed the tip of his tongue on her clit and this time he kept it there. He kept the tip of his tongue perfectly still at first, and then he began to alternate thee pressure. He touched her clit gingerly, firmly, and then gingerly once again.
*****
Buck began to roll the white woman's love button in a series of slow and sensuous circles. Mizz Elizabeth could feel her love button being moved like a ball bearing in oil.
"You are going to make it happen for me!" the white woman said.
Buck started out licking at her clit very lightly and slowly.
"You are going to make it happen for me so good!" the white woman said.
Buck gradually increased the pressure and the tempo of his tongue's movements.
"COMING!" she screamed.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the convulsions starting at her clit, naturally enough, and spreading outward from there.
The joy spread outward from the clitoral focal point in a series of constantly growing concentric circles, like green lines on a radar screen.
like ripples on a smooth pond interrupted by the tossing of a round pebble.
She could feel the sexual physical joy spreading downward, downward from her cunt, into the inside of her thighs.
Her thighs were hot.
Red hot.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the sexual ecstasy spreading upward from her pungent poontang, up into her soft underbelly.
Into her abdomen.
Into her loins!
*****
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that her pleasure was not going to stop spreading until she was completely enveloped by it.
She could feel a fresh rush o pleasure sweeping up her arched backbone.
This time the sexual pleasure did not stop at the base of Mizz Elizabeth's skull. No, this time the ecstasy did not even pause there.
The joy exploded-burned really-right into Mizz Elizabeth's brain!
She howled with her joy. Buck began to lick at her clitoris with some authority at that moment. He drove pleasure into her.
He pulled Mizz Elizabeth's magic trigger again and again.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel her brain spinning around inside of her head. Her sense of time and space were altered.
Time was elongated.
Mizz Elizabeth was only partially aware of where she was.
She could feel each second stretching into a minute and a minute-if her come had lasted that long-would have seemed like an eternity. She screamed.
Mizz Elizabeth sounded like a wounded animal with her joy.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel herself growing as light as a feather. She pressed against the bed with her head. At the precise moment of the orgasm, Buck could feel a squirt of liquid coming from Mizz Elizabeth's piss hole. There was a time, a time when the black man was less sexually experienced, when he might have thought that this was a squirt of piss that was striking him on the lower lip. Yes, there had been a time when Buck might have thought that the white woman had lost control of her bladder. Not that this idea bothered him. It was just that he knew it was not true.
The nigger stud was now smart enough to know that this squirt had nothing whatsoever to do with Mizz Elizabeth's bladder.
Oh no.
The squirt was the white woman's feminine ejaculation.
It was proof positive of the white woman's orgasm's authenticity. Buck sucked that juice right into his mouth and down his throat.
Some of the juice from the squirt of Mizz Elizabeth's feminine ejaculation got onto his tongue and it tasted sweet to him.
She pressed against the bed with the balls of her feet also.
Her ass lifted upward.
Mizz Elizabeth pressed her cunt against the black man's face. Buck began to lick at her clit as hard and fast as he could.
Buck was determined to keep licking at her clit until the come was through. Just when the waves of pleasure through Mizz Elizabeth's body became so strong that she didn't think they could grow any stronger, that they would have to diminish in their intensity, the black man did something again that surprised her. Her again puckered his fat nigger lips so that he looked as if he were going to whistle a happy tune and this time he wrapped those lips right around Mizz Elizabeth's clitoris-as well as the surrounding tissues. Buck began to suck. Buck sucked hard at Mizz Elizabeth's clitoris. She could feel her love button being tugged at the root. Buck kept his word to himself. He sucked and licked until the come was through. She had the muscles in her ass cheeks tensed, Mizz Elizabeth had her creamy buttocks pressed together as tightly as she could get them.
Buck did not have any trouble telling when her come was through. Mizz Elizabeth made it obvious. She stopped screaming and all of her muscles relaxed at once. Mizz Elizabeth stopped pushing downward with her head and her feet and her ass cheeks, now relaxed and separated, collapsed back onto the bed. He pulled his tongue and his lips up off of her clit and the surrounding tissues the instant her come was through-the instant her ecstasy was replaced by the baking warmth of her post-orgasmic afterglow-because he knew Mizz Elizabeth's love button was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few seconds following her climax. "Oh my!"
"Was the pleasure I gave you enough to satisfy you, ma'am."
"Uh, huh? Oh. Yes, yes, it was."
"Good."
"Your face looks funny."
"What is funny about my face?"
"It is all wet with my cunt juice."
"I will wipe it off."
"No, Buck, don't do that."
"No?"
"No, Buck," Mizz Elizabeth said, shaking her head from side to side.
"Do you want it to just dry on there all sticky?" he asked.
"No. I made you wet so I will clean you off," the white woman said.
"Perhaps I could fetch you a rag, Mizz Elizabeth," the black man said.
"No, I am not going to be needing a rag," the white woman said. "What will you be needing."
"The only thing I need is my mouth."
"Oh my."
"I am going to lick your face clean," the white woman said.
"Oh. You like the flavor of your own cunt juice?" the black man said.
"Uh huh."
"When did you first discover that, Mizz Elizabeth?" the black man said.
"I found out by licking my HUSBAND'S face clean," the white woman said.
"Yes, ma'am."
Mizz Elizabeth licked his face clean of her juice and this cleansing process turned, naturally enough, into a soulful kiss, during which Mizz Elizabeth and Buck thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths with their tongues.
"You make me feel like I want to return the favor," the white woman said. "Ma'am?"
*****
"You gave me pleasure with your mouth, now I feel like returning the favor?"
"You mean, you are going to give ME pleasure?" Buck asked.
"That's right. I feel like SUCKING YOUR COCK, nigger boy."
"Oh my."
"You stand, and I will kneel in front of you," she said. "All right!"
Buck stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. The entire length of his cock was bobbing up and down in front of him. The tip of his dick was snapping upward toward the flat, ebony plane of the man's stomach.
She could see that Buck's black cock was over ten inches long and very thick. She was not too intimidated by it, though.
After all, Mizz Elizabeth was used to the lighter but equally huge dick of the plantation's master.
*****
She knelt before him. The cock wagged in her face. She knew that she was going to have to do something about the movement of that cock before it smacked her in the face. She could see that the tip of his dick was snapping upward higher and higher. Mizz Elizabeth arched her fingers so that she would be able to touch the black man's cock shaft with the fleshy part of her fingers. She wanted to touch with the pads of her fingertips exclusively-without her long nails getting in the way. She pushed at the underside of the black man's cock shaft, and she did not stop pushing until she had successfully, pinned the dick to the tummy.
She could feel the underside of Buck's cock shaft throbbing hard against the tips of her fingers. She loved that feeling. She began to rub the tips of the fingers on her right hand up and down the underside of the stalk of the black man's tool of masculinity, and she pleasured Buck in this manner. He moaned to let Mizz Elizabeth know how much he enjoyed being touched in this way.
Mizz Elizabeth then lowered her head. She began to kiss at the insides of he man's thighs. She started kissing and licking him down by his knees. She worked her way steadily upward. She shifted her oral caresses from one thigh to the other and then back again, making each oral caress a little bit higher than the one before it, so that each lick and kiss and nibble was a little bit closer to the base of the man's scrotal sack than the one before.
She took her time about it but she finally got her mouth so high that he could feel her hot, moist breath on the underside of his dark scrotum. She could see that the head of his cock was the thickest part. The stalk was slightly skinnier, but they were equally hard. Mizz Elizabeth could tell that the black man's entire cock was as hard as rock. She could feel the stem of that pork pole pulsing against her sexually sensitized fingertips even stronger than before. She then parted her white woman lips and stuck her pink tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it. She made her tongue pointy. Mizz Elizabeth placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of the black man's scrotum. She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She licked somewhat tentatively at first and then she began to lick harder and faster. She licked exclusively with the tip of her tongue at first-then she switched to the flat part of her tongue. Mizz Elizabeth used the coated part of her organ of taste to lift and lower the black man' s swollen testicles.
*****
"Oh, Mizz Elizabeth-"
"Do you like what I am doing to you?"
"Yes."
"You like the way I lick your balls."
"Ummmmmmm."
"What else do you want me to do."
"Suck."
"Your cock, nigger."
"No."
"What then."
"My balls."
"Oh, all right."
"But suck gently."
"I will."
"You could hurt me, Mizz Elizabeth, if you sucked too hard."
"I will be careful."
"Thank you, Mizz Elizabeth," the black man said subserviently.
Mizz Elizabeth did not want to hurt the black man's balls at all. One twinge of pain down there and she could ruin everything.
She concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She wrapped her fleshy lips around his swollen testicle. She had her lips wrapped around her teeth so that she would not inadvertently bite one of his nuts. Then she began to suck the nut. She did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have if she wanted to. She created a smooth and subtle and cute suction inside her mouth. Naturally, Mizz Elizabeth kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times so that she was licking and sucking at the gland of masculinity simultaneously.
*****
She sucked the one nut for a very long time before stopping.
"It feels so good, Mizz Elizabeth, so good, so good," the black man said.
Mizz Elizabeth then pulled her mouth away and caught her breath. She then repeated the sucking and licking process with the other gonad.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The white sex master pushed the tip of his cock deeper and deeper into the nigger wench's gullet a millimeter at a time.
The girl felt as if she had just been stabbed in her straightened throat by a red hot poker, such as one that might have been used to poke a log and then carelessly left in the fireplace.
The wench could feel her pain growing worse s the man pushed his dick into her deeper.
She could tell that there was no way the man was going to stop the forward pressure until his balls were resting on her chin.
She crossed her eyes and looked down at the shaft of his cock as it disappeared into her mouth. She could see that her flat nigger nose was getting closer and closer to the thick bush of short and curly pubic hair the man had growing above the base of the stem of his prick.
Cocoa could tell that it was not going to be long before her flat nigger nose pushed right into his bush.
This notion frightened the nigger wench because she was forced to breathe exclusively through her nose. Soon, she could tell, he was not going to be able to breathe at all.
Master could suffocate her, kill her, with his cock if he pleased. Killing Cocoa with his cock at that moment was the last thing on his mind.
She would be no fun if she were dead.
He rammed his whole dick into her and sighed. Master was in heaven. He was enjoying fucking Cocoa's face for a couple of reasons.
For one thing, he was a sadist, and he simply enjoyed the fact that he was hurting her.
But there was another reason. He could feel her throat spasming and convulsing around his cock head and shaft. Each time she gagged, her inner throat squeezed his dick.
That squeezing from her gullet muscles sent rippies of wonderful manly pleasure up and down the length of Master's spine.
He really was making the man feel as if the entire length of his cock were being sucked at the same time.
He did not leave the entire length of his cock inside her throat for very long. He held that position, with his balls resting against her chin, for just a short time.
For only a second or two were Cocoa's fat nigger lips gripping the man's cock shaft at the very base.
Before Cocoa could panic for her inability to breathe, Master began to withdraw and her flat nigger nose pulled out of his bush.
Her nostrils flared and she made intrinsically animalistic snorting noises as her nose entered the air.
The man pulled back with his hips slowly. He withdrew a lot more patiently than he really had to. He knew what kind of distress the nigger wench was in.
Master wanted to see that Cocoa's discomfort lasted for as long as possible. He was not in a hurry to climax.
He was going to savor all of the delicious sensations she was giving him.
Then the man began to fuck the nigger wench's precious black kisser with slow, even strokes. He pulled his cock back until it was almost all the way out of her mouth. He withdrew until-once again-only the head of his cock was inside her mouth.
She had her lips clutching him at the base of his cock head, where his foreskin was attached to the pole.
The man then rammed forward with his hips very hard and he drove the entire length of his cock into the nigger wench's throat at once.
Cocoa had not been expecting that. She could feel her eyes opening so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her dark brown irises. Cocoa's eyes were such a dark shade of brown that they appeared as ebony as her hair when viewed in indirect illumination-such as the illumination found in the man's torture chamber.
As Master drove his dick into the nigger wench's gullet she could feel a great pressure behind her eyes. They bugged and bulged.
There was a frightening moment or two when she feared her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of her head.
Not a pretty picture.
Her eyeballs stayed inside her bone sockets where they belonged, however, and the fucking of her face continued.
Out.
In. Out. In.
Just as had been the case when the man popped her cunt and ass cherry, and when he whipped her with the riding crop, her pain got so bad that she didn't think she was going to be able to deal with it a moment longer before it began to let up.
Cocoa found that, as the man steadily increased the tempo of the face fuck, her gagging stopped.
Cocoa was smart enough to realize on her own that the convulsions and spasms in her gullet muscles stopped because those muscles were exhausted.
Still, after a moment or two of muscular inactivity in her throat. She found that she could control those muscles, that she could USE those muscles to pleasure the man's dick.
She clamped clown on her throat muscles each time he pulled his dick out of her and she relaxed them each time he inserted his beef pole back into her deep oral opening.
He fucked faster and faster. Master could feel the ever-growing tickle of manly anticipation at the spot where his cock and balls came together.
Cocoa began to fear that the man was going to shoot his wad when the entire length of his dick was in her throat
This would have been a major disappointment for the nigger wench.
She realized that if the man shot his creamy wad while the penetration of her gullet was complete, the come would miss her tongue completely and she would not get an opportunity to savor what she knew to be the delicious flavor of his jism, as she had the first time she had used her nigger mouth to make the man ejaculate.
Just as if the man had read her mind he pulled back with his tightened and pressed together buttocks at the last time. As his cock began to spasm and convulse with joy, only the very tip of his dick was inside her mouth.
*****
Cocoa swallowed down all of the man's jism, just as she had the first time. Now Cocoa had two loads of cream in her mouth.
She noticed that, now that the man already had a few comes under his belt, his ejaculatory fluid was not quite so plentiful.
Cocoa, for example, had absolutely no difficulty keeping all of the man's jism inside her mouth the second time he shot his wad in her mouth.
"I want you to rise slowly to your feet now, Cocoa," the man said.
"Yes, Master."
"Good, I want you to walk over to this spot right over here."
"You mean this spot here under this hook dangling from the ceiling."
"Right."
"All right, Master."
"Now I want you to hold your wrists together out in front of you."
"Yes, Master."
"Good."
Cocoa watched as the man quickly tied her wrists together with rope. She looked up at that hook dangling from the ceiling with an expression of worry on her face.
Cocoa had a good reason to worry.
The man said, "Wench, now you are going to raise your arms."
"Yes, Master."
Cocoa stuck both of her slender black arms high over her head. She could see that the iron hook was dangling on a chain. The chain ran through a pulley and that back down to a crank at ground level that could be operated by hand.
Master turned the crank and lowered the hook. He then attached the hook to the ropes that held the black girl's wrists bound together.
Then he turned the crank the other way and the black girl's hands were lifted higher and higher into the air.
"Now I am going to give your body some more abuse baby," the white man said.
Master lifted the hook until Cocoa was forced to stand up on her toes. Her heels lifted up off the packed dirt floor of the torture chamber.
"What are you going to do to me now, Master?" the slave girl said.
"I am going to whip the front side of your body," he said.
"Do I get to choose the whip again, Master?" the slave girl said.
"No, this time I am going to do the choosing," the white man said.
Master walked over to the wall where his whips were on display. He took a side trip to fetch the riding crop from the corner of the chamber. He put the leather and bamboo horse whip back up on the wall where it belonged.
Then he pulled down the bullwhip.
"Oh God, you are not going to use that thing on me, are you?" the slave girl said.
"Oh yes."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Master drew the whip back as if he were fly fishing and about to cast. Then he let loose with the whip and his aim was deadly.
CRACK!
He cracked the tip of the bullwhip right off of her right nipple. "Ohhhhhhhh," the slave girl said. She sounded hysterical. Fresh tears welled in her eyes. A little drool rolled from the corner of the black girl's mouth down onto her fat lower lip.
Then:
CRACK!
Master snapped the whip off of the second nipple. Cocoa's nipples were both selling in a hideous fashion.
*****
The man did not stop whipping until he had whipped up and down the entire front side of Cocoa's body. Now the front of her-just like the back of her-was strapped with welts.
Her legs went slack. Her knees gave out on her. Her legs failed to support the weight of her body. That meant that she was hanging by the hook, the pressure threatening to rip her shoulders right out of the socket.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.
She sounded very weak.
"I am not through with you, yet," the white man said.
Master had gotten a fresh hard-on from the excitement of whipping Cocoa's nipples and tits and belly and legs.
Master had especially enjoying whipping at the black girl's breasts. He loved the way her nipples looked, all grossly swollen and discolored from the abuse they had received.
The handsome white man decided right then and there that he was going to further abuse the black girl's breasts.
"You have been a very good slave today, Cocoa," the white man said.
Cocoa was silent.
"What do you say?" the man asked. "Thank you, Master," the slave girl said. "That's better," the white man said. "Are you through with me yet, Master?" the slave girl said. "No."
"What are you going to do to me now?" the black girl asked.
"Not to you, for you. Now I am going to do something for you."
"What?"
"I am going to give you a present."
"What sort of a present?"
"A ring."
"For my finger?"
"No."
Cocoa realized she had asked a stupid question. Cocoa had seen a lot of slaves in her day-and never once had she seen one who was allowed to wear a ring on his or her finger.
"Where, then?"
"You are going to wear the ring in your nipple," the white man said.
"But, to wear that, I would have to have a hole in my nipple first."
"That is why I have this long golden needle. I am going to MAKE a hole!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"I'm afraid so. It is a good thing that the nipple is so grossly swollen from the bullwhip," the white man said.
"Why's that?"
"Because that swelling will make it easier to pierce," the white man said.
Cocoa thought she was going to throw up on the floor of the torture chamber.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Master lit a flame and sterilized the long golden needle he was going to use to pierce her nipple.
The handsome white man quickly decided which feminine erection he was going to pierce. He chose the right one.
He grabbed the nipple with his left thumb and forefinger. He pinched the nipple-which all by itself hurt like hell because of the edema she was suffering right there.
He pulled the nipple.
Master pulled at the black girl's brown rosebud so hard that the skin all around the nipple was stretched taut.
The breast looked a good deal pointier than usual. He rubbed the tip of the needle all around the nipple.
"Uhhhhhhhh," the slave girl said.
"What?"
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"Is the needle sharp."
"No."
"It is dull?"
"That's right. I kept the needle dull on purpose," the white man said. "But, why?"
"So that it would HURT more when I pierced your nipple with it."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Cocoa ran the tip of the needle around the nipple as if choosing the appropriate place to break the skin.
Then-just at the moment when the black girl least expected it-Master snapped his wrist and drove the tip of the blunt golden needle into the swollen and hypersensitive flesh of Cocoa's nipple.
"Owwwwwwwww!"
Master kept pushing. Cocoa could tell there was no way the man was going to stop pushing the needle into her tit flesh until the tip poked out the other side of the needle. "OWWWWWWWW!"
Master pushed the needle through Cocoa's nipple a hell of a lot slower than he had to. Cocoa was surprised that there was not much blood.
Only a droplet or two of blood oozed from the wound. Cocoa did not want to look, but she had to look.
Some sort of morbid curiosity fixed the black girl's stare. She could see the skin poking out on the other side of the nipple. Then the tip of the needle poked through.
Cocoa was hoping that the man would pull the needle out of her nipple the second the piercing was done.
No way.
Master had something completely different in time. He worked the needle back and forth through the hole he had made.
Master knew that the whole might close up on him if he pulled the needle out too quickly. If that happened he would have to start all over again-and he didn't want to do that.
*****
After working the needle back and forth through the hole for a while, the man finally pulled the golden needle all the way out.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," the slave girl said.
Then the man showed the black girl the ring he was going to put in her nipple.
"What do you think?"
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
"What do you THINK?"
"Very pretty, Master."
"Good," Master said with a laugh.
Master put the golden ring through the hole in Cocoa's nipple and locked it shut.
Cocoa looked down at the man's crotch and she could see that he had another boner.
"Now you are going to get fucked again, wench," the white man said.
"Master-"
"Yes?"
"My arms."
"What about them."
"They are so sore!"
"Good. I am going to fuck you in the cunt while you are still attached to the hook," the white man said.
Master turned the crank and lifted the black girl's feet totally off the floor-thus putting more pressure than ever on Cocoa's shoulders.
Master grabbed the black girl around he slender mid-section. He had her at just the right level to fuck her while he was standing up. He grabbed her by the sides of the waist to steady her and thrust the head of his cock against her cunt-which not that long ago had still had the cherry intact.
Master forced the head of his dick against her cunt. He wiggled his ass cheeks from side to side. He placed his hands on the small of her back. She winced and cried out as his hands moved over the welts on the small of her back. Cocoa could feel the man working his hand down to the cheeks of her ass, where the welts from the first whipping were the worst. Then he rammed forward with his own hips and drove both the head and the shaft of his cock up inside the black girl's cunt. He began to fuck her. There was nothing smooth or subtle about the way he fucked the black girl's cunt. He fucked her every bit as hard and fast as he could right from the first stroke. Cocoa could see that the man was fucking him so hard that his hips were a blur to the naked eye. In spite of all of the pain she had suffered, she could feel herself getting hotter and hotter. She began to moan with her pleasure.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth pulled her sucking lips off of the nigger stud's nuts for the second and final time. She puckered her lips and she blew cool air onto the nigger stud's swollen scrotal sack. Buck shivered violently.
Mizz Elizabeth decided that she was going to play with the nigger stud's balls with her fingers a little bit. She could tell right away that she was going to have to use her left fingers to do this. After all, her right fingertips were still being used to pin the nigger stud's black cock against his flat, hard tummy.
Mizz Elizabeth turned her left palm upward and then pushed her fingertips under the base of the sack. He moaned.
Mizz Elizabeth wiggled her fingertips and she fondled the nigger stud's swollen glands of masculinity in that fashion.
Mizz Elizabeth bobbed the nigger stud's balls up and down on the fleshy part of her white fingertips. She bobbed those nuts as if she were at tempting to guess their mass.
She found that they were heavy.
Very heavy.
Mizz Elizabeth then decided that she was going to see if she could fit the nigger stud's entire scrotum into her palm at once.
She stretched her palm.
She pushed her fingers as far apart as she could get them. She pushed her palm underneath the nigger stud's dangling sack.
She tried-but she could not do it. Buck's sack was too big and the white woman's hand was too diminutive. No matter how large she made her hand she could see that some of the nigger stud's scrotum was going to droop over the sides of her palm.
She held what she could.
She squeezed what she held.
Mizz Elizabeth squeezed both of the nigger stud's balls at the same time. She squeezed them rhythmically. She squeezed them in sync with his racing heartbeat.
In this manner she simulated the natural throbbing the nigger stud was experiencing down there in his twin glands of manhood.
"Do you know what time it is now, slave?" the white woman said.
"What?"
"It is time for me to pleasure your cock with my mouth," the white woman said. "All right!"
Buck looked down and watched as the white woman parted her lips and stuck her pink tongue out of her mouth as far as she could.
Mizz Elizabeth placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his dick, on the underside of the prick shaft.
The white woman touched the very place where the nigger stud's cock and the nigger stud's balls came together.
Mizz Elizabeth began to flick the pointy tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She then straightened her back and licked upward.
She licked up the underside of the nigger stud's cock shaft, allowing her oral caresses to grow closer and closer to the cock head.
She crossed her baby blue eyes and she looked at the underside of his dick. She located the longest and thickest vein on his rod, the vein she was going to use to determine her tongue tip's route from the base it the top of the cock shaft.
She followed that vein on its river-like course up the cock shaft. She licked upward slowly but steadily. That is, she licked steadily until she got up under the foreskin at the base of the cock head. Mizz Elizabeth was licking at the place just below the split in the underside of Buck's dick head-the split that made the crown of the nigger stud's phallus look so very much like a ripe plum as far as the white woman was concerned.
Buck's whole body jerked when she licked that magic spot. She could tell that it was a magic spot, a spot where the nigger stud's nerve-endings were clustered together with extraordinary density. She could tell that this was a hypersensitive spot, a super-erogenous spot.
Mizz Elizabeth knew that there was a damned good chance that, at that very moment, she was licking the most sensitive spot on the nigger stud's entire body.
She allowed her tongue to linger on that spot for a moment or two and then she continued to lick upward.
She licked right up onto the head of the nigger stud's dick. She flicked right up the groove all the way to the tip of his dick.
Mizz Elizabeth then flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the swollen lips on either side of Buck's piss hole.
The white woman loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft she was exerting with her right fingertips.
She allowed the head of the nigger stud's cock to come away from his belly about an inch-far enough to allow the white woman's tongue to get at the entire glans.
Mizz Elizabeth began to lick at the head of the nigger stud's dick.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth was pleased to discover that the stretched skin covering the crown of the nigger stud's phallus felt every bit as smooth on her sexually aroused taste buds as it originally looked like it would. She did not stop licking at the head of his cock until the entire thing was wet and shiny. He moaned very low and loud with his joy.
"Like that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Want more?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"All right."
Buck could feel the white woman licking at the shaft of his pecker with the flat part of her tongue. She did not stop licking until she had covered his entire cock head with her saliva.
Then she released her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft.
She simultaneously jerked backward with her head and shoulders so that she wouldn't get smacked in her white kisser by the rock hard blue-black head of the nigger stud's dick.
Mizz Elizabeth reached up and made a fist around the shaft of his cock.
She was surprised to see that her fingers did not make it all the way around the stem of his pecker.
At least not without the held of her long red fingernails.
She could feel the tips of her nails digging small semi-circles into the heel of her palm. She began to squeeze at the shaft of his pecker-and this made him moan once again with the intensity of his incredible pleasure. Mizz Elizabeth synchronized the squeezing of the nigger stud's cock shaft with her right hand with the squeezing of Buck's balls with her left hand. Buck was in heaven.
Then she used her right hand to guide the tip of his cock toward her mouth.
She concentrated for a moment or two on relaxing the hinges at the sides of her jaw. The more she relaxed the further she was going to be able to open her mouth. She worked her lower jaw from side to side to work some of thee kinks out of the hinges.
Then she dropped her jaw.
Her mouth opened wide.
She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. Her nostrils flared and she made intrinsically animalistic snorting noises.
She curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not risk biting the head of the nigger stud's pecker.
Mizz Elizabeth did not want to inadvertently bite the head of the nigger stud's dick anymore than she had earlier wanted to chomp into one of Buck's nuts. She pushed forward with her face. The head of the nigger stud's cock pushed into her mouth.
It was a tight fit.
But it was a fit nonetheless.
Buck watched as Mizz Elizabeth took the entire head of his cock into her mouth. Then she began to suck. There was nothing cute about the way she sucked-as there had been when Mizz Elizabeth was sucking at the nigger stud's balls. Mizz Elizabeth sucked as hard as she could. She hollowed her cheeks deeply, she created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity.
*****
She began to pump up and down on the shaft of his cock with her right fist. It was obvious to the nigger stud that the white woman fully intended to jerk him off and suck him off simultaneously.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Mizz Elizabeth could tell by the urgency in Buck's exclamation that he was about to shoot his creamy wad.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the head of the nigger stud's cock getting a little bit bigger in her mouth. That meant that even more blood than before had pumped into the head of Buck's cock and still the damned thing had not exploded from the internal pressure he had experienced down there.
CHAPTER NINE
Mizz Elizabeth had her jaw dropped so low that she could feel an ache starting in the lower half of her beautiful face.
She was smart enough and sexually experienced enough to know that the ache in her jaw was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better.
She knew that the best thing she could do was to push that discomfort out of her mind.
She tried to push the pain in her jaw into the back of her brain, into the deep recesses of her mind, as far from her stream of consciousness as she could get it. She knew that this was the best way to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving the slave stud. She wanted to hear him howl with his joy.
The head of the nigger stud's cock was so thick that the corners of the white woman's mouth had to stretch even more than they were stretched already to accommodate the girth of his prick.
She could tell by the sounds the nigger stud was making that she was not going to have to suck his dick for long.
She could feel all of his muscles tensing. His hips began to move.
Mizz Elizabeth could tell that she was going to have to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she hoped to keep her mouth on the head of his massive and mammoth member.
Mizz Elizabeth sucked noisily.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
"Ohhhhhhh, Mizz Elizabeth, Mizz Elizabeth, Mizz Elizabeth," the nigger stud said. She kept sucking.
"You are going to make me come, you are going to make me come so good," the nigger stud said. Mizz Elizabeth could feel the head of his cock getting thicker. She could feel the shaft of his dick getting thicker.
The tips of her long red fingernails were no longer able to press red semi-circles into the heel of her palm.
Her jaw had to prop open even further than before to accommodate the extraordinary first of the nigger stud's cock head.
"COMING!" the nigger stud said.
Mizz Elizabeth could feel the head of the nigger stud's dick spasming against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, and against the mucous membranes at the insides of her cheeks.
Then the jism began to squirt from the tip of the nigger stud's dick-and it did not take Mizz Elizabeth long to figure out that Buck was going to shoot a hell of a lot more ejaculatory fluid than she had been counting on.
Mizz Elizabeth wanted to keep all of that jism inside her mouth-but she did not know if she were going to be capable of it.
*****
Mizz Elizabeth puffed out her cheeks and made herself look like she had the mumps in an attempt to hold all the come.
She couldn't do it.
There was too much come.
Mizz Elizabeth's mouth was too small.
She gave it quite a try but still some of the jism leaked out of the corners of her mouth.
That silver seed rolled down from the sides of her mouth onto her chin where it began to cool and coagulate. The come turned into gray gelatin on the white woman's chin. Mizz Elizabeth managed to keep about ninety-five percent of the nigger stud's juice inside her mouth, however, and the nigger stud and the white woman silently agreed that this was quite an accomplishment all by itself on Mizz Elizabeth's part.
She quickly realized that the come was a lot hotter than she thought it was going to be-so there was a frightening moment or two when she thought the inside of her mouth was being scalded.
She had to wait for the jism to cool a little bit in her mouth before her taste buds could fully appreciate the flavor of his jism.
It was worth the wait.
Buck's come was DELICIOUS!
She thought that Buck's come was even more tasty than her husband's-than the jism belonging to the master of the plantation.
Buck's come had a little bit of the barnyard left in it, favor-wise. Mizz Elizabeth correctly assumed that this was because the nigger stud was closer to being an animal than to being a human being-and, when it came to sex, that was a definite advantage.
She thought his come tasted fishy and salty and ever so refreshing. She gulped the stuff down. She discovered that she liked the texture of the come every bit as much as the flavor. Mizz Elizabeth thought the nigger stud's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her throat to the warm spot that was forming in the pit of her belly. That warm spot formed where the jism accumulated while awaiting the arrival of the white woman's digestive juices.
She did not stop sucking at the nigger stud's cock until his come was through.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the following day. The welts that covered Cocoa's body had scabbed over. Her right nipple seemed to have grown around the ring that the white man had inserted there. Cocoa could tell that she was going to have to wear that ring in her nipple until her dying day. She had been kept in the torture chamber over night, chained standing to a wall. It was the following morning and Master came into the torture chamber bright and early. Master had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Master."
"Tired?"
"I can't feel my arms and legs."
"That does not matter."
"No."
"Np."
"What matters?"
"Can you feel anything in your cunt."
"Yes."
"That is all that matters."
"Oh."
Master unchained the black girl from her spot against the wall.
"What are you going to do with me now?" the nigger wench said.
"I am going to put you back on the wooden slab torture table," the white man said.
"Are you going to whip me again, Master?" the nigger wench said.
"No."
"Whew!"
"I am going to fuck you."
"I am surprised that you have any jam left after yesterday, Master."
"I don't."
"But, but, how are you going to fuck me if you have no jam left?"
"You are making an erroneous assumption, nigger wench," the white man said. "What?"
"You are assuming that I am going to fuck you with my cock."
"No."
"Nope."
"What are you going to fuck me with?" the nigger wench said.
"I am going to fuck you with my fist," the white man said. "GOD! NO."
"Oh yes."
"But you will rip me apart."
"Perhaps."
The man put a black leather glove onto his right hand slowly. He adjusted the glove at the wrist and in between the fingers several times to make sure it was on his hand as securely as possible.
"Please don't do this to me, please don't do this to me," the nigger wench said.
"Shut up."
Master rammed his gloved middle finger right up inside Cocoa's cunt hole.
"OH!" the nigger wench said.
"We've only just begun," the white man said with a sadistic laugh.
The man added his forefinger to the penetration. He then worked his forefinger and his middle finger up inside her cunt at the same time. He slipped his third finger, his ring finger, up inside her pussy. He had those three fingers clustered tightly together so that their tips formed the corners of a small triangle.
He twisted those fingers around inside her cunt as he worked them in and out, finger-fucking the black girl's pussy with them.
Then the white man pushed his pinkie up inside her poontang along with the other three fingers-now keeping the tips clustered so that they formed the corners of a small square. He adjusted his feet, straightened his right arm, and lifted his right shoulder. Master arranged himself so that he could get the entire weight of his upper body behind the seemingly impossible penetration attempt. He hollowed his palm. Master placed the tip of his thumb against the center of his palm. He began to push. Cocoa could feel her pussy opening. Cocoa could feel her pussy opening further than it had ever opened before.
By far.
Cocoa could feel her poontang opening further than a pussy is supposed to-with the possible exception of during child birth.
He pushed his whole hand inside.
*****
The man still had his fingers straight inside her pussy but he started to curl them immediately. Her pussy lips were gripping at the white man's wrist.
He made a fist inside her.
Then he pulled his fist all the way out of her cunt. He punched back inside. He pulled out.
Punched in.
Twisted.
Pulled out.
Punched in.
Twisted.
He kept this up until the black girl orgasmed-and then promptly passed out from the intensity of pleasure and pain he was causing.
EPILOGUE
Then came the day that the Union army marched through the Master's plantation. The fields were burned. Mizz Elizabeth was kidnapped by soldiers from the north. She was raped and sodomized repeatedly. She was forced, again and again, to take the cocks of two soldiers at once inside her-one up the cunt and one up the ass.
There was a riot on the plantation as soon as the slaves were released. The male slaves kidnapped the Master.
Naturally, they took him to his own den of horror, his own torture chamber, to the room of pain where he had abused so many.
He was stripped.
The Master was bound on the slab. On his stomach. His legs were spread.
It was Cocoa who spoke up.
"I have something I want to do to him," the nigger wench said.
She yanked his ass cheeks open with her left hand. She stuck her right hand, that was clenched into a fist, right up his ass.
