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South Shall Rise Again, The (MF, intr, reluc)
by Anon Author
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Atlanta: July 1864
Typical day in mid-summer Georgia. The weather: hot and humid.
Storms brewing on the horizon. The smell of ozone, just before a
major storm, permeates the air.
I scanned the horizon, looking across my father's plantation,
wondering when the fighting would reach us. Rumors were as ripe
as a Georgia peach. Was General Sherman and his Yankee militia
really attacking at Kennesaw Mountain or had General Johnston
and the Confederate forces repelled him? Rumor also said that
General Robert E. Lee would replace General J.E.Johnston, who
led the forces protecting Atlanta, with General John Hood? Would
that make a difference? If the Johnny Rebs failed to hold, would
the Yankees march on Atlanta? Would they lay Atlanta to waste,
just as the had done in the Shenandoah Valley? What would happen
to a young girl, like me, who father and brothers had opposed
the Yankees? What then?
Almost in response to my thoughts, I heard canon in the
distance. Yes. Definitely, the action was moving closer to my
family home.
I went back inside the home that had been settled by my family
when Georgia had first become a colony. Nell, my black servant
woman, knew that I was alarmed by the gunfire which could now be
heard in the distance. She could see me tremble with each blast
of canon and the resultant impact. As the sounds drew nearer,
she knew that I needed comfort.
"Missy? Can I draws you a warm bath? It woundn't take but a bit
to heat some water." Nell asked. Her Grandaddy had been a slave,
but my Father had released him as a freeman the year before Nell
had been born. She was free to leave our family, but stayed
because of loyalty to our family.
"Not too warm, Nell. It'll be wonderful to get out of this
dress. This heat is terrible." I responded.
It was only minutes before I was out of my corset and skirt and
luxuriating in the warm bath water. Unlike many Southern ladies,
I enjoyed my private bath time. Moving my soapy hands all over
my body was my one of the few means of releasing the sexual
tension of having my husband away (perhaps not too far away)
fighting the war.
Lathering my hands, I caressed each of my breasts. The slippery
nature of the soap made my fingers glide over the nipples, which
hardened with each passing stroke. Although not large, my
breasts were firm and extremely sensitive to touch. With each
circling movement of my fingers, streaks of excitement passed
from my nipples to my most intimate parts. I felt moist between
my legs, knowing that it was not because of the water. As my
left hand alternated between my breasts, my right hand move to
between my legs - probing for that magic spot.
Oooh, yes. There, no! Just a bit lower. The temperature of the
water seemed to quickly raise 20 degrees, as my hands probed,
sliding toward that precious crevice. Finding the jewel of
heaven, I inserted my index finger and began a circling motion.
Yess. Rubbing and poking and prodding. Faster my hands moved,
one at my breasts and the other in my quim. Soon, my body is
bucking and shaking with excitement, water sloshing everywhere.
I insert a second finger, and then a third. Oh, damn this war!
Where is a man when I needed one? Soon the waves of orgasm are
washing over me, in spite of the fact that it is my fingers that
fill my need. My thumb rubs on my love button as my fingers jam
into my sweet box. My left hand tweaks the nipples of each
breast as the sharpness of pain is bittersweet, yet pleasing.
Higher and higher and then, finally, over the top of the waves.
"Missy! You done got water sloshing all ober da place!" Nell
shouted! I snapped out of my dreamlike state. "O...oh, sorry," I
stammered.
"Missy, I knows that you miss Mr. Jeffrey a powerful lot, but,
my Lawd! Child, you best find another way if'n you don be
wantin' me mopping around all de day!" said Nell.
I was embarassed that she would talk to me this way. "Why?
Whatever do you mean, Nell?" I asked.
"It don be makin' no difference to me, Missy. I do alot of work
around here. You pays me well and good. But if I'm a-moppin' up
here all day, I can be makin' your favorite foods," Nell said as
she smile. "I unnerstand." And with that she pointed to the
dressing gown on the chair. "I be downstairs with dinner after
you done dressin'." As if to make her point, lightning flashed
behind her through the window.
Well, perhaps it wasn't cannon fire we had heard earlier. Maybe
it was just thunder, I thought, just as a canon shot came
crashing through the roof. Splinters were flying everywhere and
there was a gaping hole in the roof about 12 inches in diameter,
where it entered, and another in the wall where it had exited. I
screamed with fear for the first of many times that night ...
I climbed out of the wash basin and hurriedly put on the white
cotton dressing gown. Hastily, I took a towel and tried to dry
my hair.
Another boom in the distance and, soon, the cannon shot landed
outside the house. This meant only one thing: the Rebs were
falling back and the wicked Yankees were moving toward us. I
shuddered in horror at the thought. Those evil Yankees! Had they
no sense of honor? Raping women wherever they went ...
Another boom. This time the blast shook the house and damaged
several beams. Walls shook and paintings fell. The roof in one
room shattered and plaster fell everywhere. Splintered boards,
with jagged edges, were a-plenty. The house would be a total
loss as shot after shot rained down from the Yankee canon. We
had no choice but to run for cover near the old slave quarters.
Nell and I had barely made it, when we heard the bugle sound off
in the distance. Pulling on the door of the shanty, I was soon
safe, for the moment, in the midst of the black sharecroppers
who worked the land. Although we had no slaves, we had often
been supportive of the rights of others to choose whether to
hold or free slaves.
Nell's man, Jacob, held her closely in his arms. She was as
fearful of the coming armies as I was. In the close confines of
the one room shanty, we were all perspiring as we awaited the
fate that was marching through Georgia like a thunderstorm,
leaving debris and destruction in its path. Jacob talked softly
to Nell, his soft baritone voice reassuring her as he caressed
her in his arms.
As I looked around the room, dimly lit by candlelight, I saw
that all the occupants, save me, were all black. Even in the dim
light of this shanty, my white skin had a luminescent glow. I
felt the eyes of all of the men bear down upon me.
Finally, Big John looked at me and glowered. "You!" he said.
"You and your kind are responsible for all the wrath which is
coming down upon our heads. You and this slavery thing." He
walked toward me and, with a powerful hand, slapped me across
the face. I fell to the floor, crying, holding my right hand on
the spot that I had been struck. "Get up!" he demanded. "Get up
so's I can can slap you back down again!"
Jacob moved forward and Big John, a towering hunk of a man,
turned and said "My anger is not toward you! You and your woman,
just git out of here!"
Jacob moved forward still and Big John braced himself. "Leave
her be, John! She ain't never harmed one of us. She never
treated us with anything but respect."
John said to Jacob, "Move on, boy, or I'll whoop you like I'm
a-gonna whoop her! Take your woman and go! An' any others of you
can go, too!" And with that, Jacob and Nell left me alone in
that shanty with a room full of angry, bitter black men.
"Take that gown off!" John commanded, "or I'll rip it off!"
I had forgotten that, because of the crash of the canon shot, I
had not even dressed fully and was clad only in the simple
dressing gown that Nell had set out for me. I hesitated to
remove the gown and John grabbed a whip, which was hanging on a
long nail on the wall. He cracked the whip.
"Are ya deff? I tol' you to take that gown off!" John bellowed.
"If'n you don't, I'll use this whip and rip it to shreds."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, frozen until the whip
cracked and I felt it wrap around my body, tearing through the
cotton fabric. He pulled me toward where he stood, using the
whip as my motivation. He grabbed me by my hair and shoved the
handle of the whip against my jaw. "I said, 'Strip', and I mean
now!"
Assured that he was quite serious, he loosened the wrap of the
whip and it slid to the floor, as did my dressing gown. He
pushed me into the middle of the room and told me to stand
still. I was naked and totally at his mercy. "Move your feet
apart" I heard and reminded of the bite of the whip, I
immediately complied.
Big John moved toward me, and then other men, eleven, I think,
pressed closer behind him. "Don' be moving 'til I tells ya to
move," he said. I closed my eyes in humiliation.
Soon I felt the handle of the whip being rubbed over my body. I
felt it brush under my left breast, lifting the breast and
rolling over the nipple, which responded to the stimulation. He
wrapped the whip around my breasts and pulled tightly. I
grimmaced as I felt it tighten, pulling my breasts together,
mixing pain and pleasure. He used the whip, wrapped around my
bosom, to pull me towards him. "Look at me," he said. "Look at
me!" I opened my eyes, afraid to look into the eyes of a man who
was formerly a slave, who now held my life, for pleasure or
pain, in his hands.
"We all gon' have us a lil' fun. An' you get to be the fun," he
said softly.
I gulped and said, "All?"
"Well, you ain't deff after all," he said defiantly. "All,
boys?" he asked, looking from face to face. I surveyed them as
well and found that each one was in agreement. I was theirs for
the taking. "Well, it looks like it's unanimous!"
And with that, he roughly pulled the whip which was wrapped
around my breasts. The whip squeezed my breasts even more as it
was pulled over my breasts. John moved behind me and I soon felt
the handle of the whip placed between my asscheeks. "We can do
this the easy or we can do it anyway. Either way, you's fucked."
My head hung dejectedly. I nodded assent that, in order to
preserve my own life, I would endure their rape. Did this mean
that since I was in assent that it wasn't rape? Did coercion
negate the assent? The reality of my situation was that where
only my Jeffrey had lain before, twelve men would now avail
themselves. There was a rustling of buttons being undone and
trousers being removed. I knew in my heart I was being faithful
to Jeffrey, but, to survive, I would do anything.
I was pushed down on the floor, to my knees. Big John proved
that his name was not misgiven. At over six feet, six inches
tall, he stood head an shoulders above my husband, Jeffrey.
Unfortunately, he also was significantly larger in the manhood
department, bearing a hefty 10". It hung before my face, with me
naked, knowing that my nakedness was enflaming this man,
inspiring him and his erection. It pointed straight out at me.
"Go ahead. You know what to do," I heard.
"What?" I responded. I really didn't have any idea what he
wanted me to do.
"You kidding me? Put it in your mouth and suck on it!" he
demanded. As he said this, he looped the whip behind my neck and
pulled my face toward his cock. It bounced against my lips and
lay against my nose. He then made the whip loop around my neck,
choking me. "Suck me!"
Involuntarily, I opened my mouth. He slammed his cock into my
mouth and began pumping and bucking his hips. In the time
Jeffrey and I had been married, he had never dared make such a
request of me, after all, he was a true gentlemen and theses
were former slaves. As he moved in and out of my mouth, he
became harder still, his cock now rock hard and pistoning past
my lips. "Suck it, woman. Suck it, or I'll kills ya dead". I
wrapped my lips around the cock and began to make little sucking
motions as he moved. Apparently, I was having the desired effect
because he soon began moaning and bucking more furiously. Soon
he was cumming, something which I did not anticipate. As the
first spurt gushed into my throat, I gagged and pulled off of
him and he spurted spunk all over my tits and face. Strands of
cum were hanging from my hair. I was so perplexed, since I was
humiliated, but also made aware of the effect that oral sex had
on a man.
John stepped back and pulled the whip forward and I went down
onto my hands and knees. "Who's next, boys?" I heard Big John
say. Immediately, I felt a cock rubbing against my cunt lips and
another at my facial lips.
Unknowlingly, I had become wet from the knowledge of my power
over men, through the various pleasures of my body. I couldn't
believe this was happening to me. Yet as one cock thrust into my
mouth and another into my pussy, my mind was wandering as to the
other ways I could please a man. My hands? Perhaps. The man in
front of me held my head as he pumped into my mouth, so I began
reaching out with my hands, searching for cocks and finding
them. My hands began mimicing the motions of a mouth or a pussy
over the ready cocks.
Previously, I had only Jeffrey, making love in the missionary
position and now here I was with one cock buried in my cunt, one
ready to paint my throat with jism, and a fresh cock in each
hand. Hardly proper for a Southern Belle, but I was not worried
about mint julips or peach festivals. Soon the four cocks were
spouting their cum. It was on my back, in my hair, on my face,
in my pussy and even down my throat.
I rolled over and lay on my back. Those four cocks were replaced
by four more, the one in my pussy this time was not very long
but it was very thick. I felt that my cunt lips were being
stretched and ripped off. The whip still was around my neck, but
no one held it. I was pumping the cocks in my hands and soon
they were shooting off. As they went limp, I rubbed the cum into
the skin on my breasts and stomach.
I greedily sucked on the cock in my mouth. Since this was my
third, and previously I had had none, I was becoming more
familiar with that which pleased a man. I used more tongue,
swirling it over the head, licking the glans. Alternating
between sucking and blowing motions, I was soon able to tell
that he was close to cumming. I gently bit down, using my teeth,
and he groaned and began shooting his cum. I pumped with my hand
and his spunk hit me in the eye, in the nose, in the mouth and
more on my hair.
Freed of all other, I closed my eyes and gave my attention to
the man banging away at my pussy. I thrust up to meet his
motions, fully taking note of the things which excited him.
Perhaps there was something to be gained from this experience
after all. I rubbed my tits and he began to suckle them which he
fucked me. His motion quickened and soon, he, too, had grunted
and spent himself.
I lay there on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I opened my
eyes and looked around the room. I saw only Big John. He said
"The all don' left, but I'm gon' get me a real fucking from you."
With that he grabbed my ankles and bent me in half at the hips.
He moved to his knees and with one quick motion had his cock
firmly planted in my pussy. His rough hands mauled my tits. They
roamed all over my body, rubbing everywhere as his cock plunged
in and out of my wet quim. With my legs over his shoulders, I
was completely at his mercy, completely within his grasp.
He lifted up slightly and plunged his cock into my virgin
asshole. "NO!!!!" I cried.
"Fuck, Yes!" he answered. "Damn, you're tight!"
He slammed into my asshole, adequately lubricated by the cum of
the men who had fucked me previously. My ass was burning!
"Please ... please stop!"
"Unh-uh, Missy! Yo' ass is mine!" Big John said.
So he pumped harder and faster, knowing that I was in pain and
humiliated. His balls crashed against the small of my back. My
legs squeezed together were rubbing my clit as it, too, was
squeezed in the folds of my pussylips. Big Job was groaning and
my own moans began to match his in intensity and loudness. I
screamed and John yelled as we came together, my asshole
contracting around his cock, milking every drop of cum into my
previously virgin asshole.
I heard thunder as he rolled off me, my legs crashing to the
floor. Rain began a soft pitter-patter on the roof. The door
slammed and I succumbed to sleep, a reprieve from the battering
that my body had taken in the course of the last few hours.
Sleep, the great equalizer, gave me a few moments of peace.
A hand shook me awake. I awoke with a start. It was Nell. "Poor
thing, you" she said.
I assessed the situation. Naked, check. Cum soaked and stained,
check. Exhausted, check. All the parts and pieces still here,
check. Well, at least I survived. Semen was everywhere. My left
eye was crusted over. There was a splotch on my right hand that
had dried like a spider web between two fingers. Not exactly
ready for a debutante ball, but I had indeed survived.
"How's about a warm bath, Missy?" Nell asked. I looked at her
with a new sense of admiration. Here I was, looking like a
leftover hooker on a bad night in Charleston, and she's just as
sweet and servile as if nothing had happened. "I'd be rightly
greatful, Nell," was all I could offer.
As I slipped into the basin, and Nell poured the hot water in,
she said "I saw what them men did to you. It was ungodly!" She
was right about that. I was about as far from God as any woman
can be to be used and abused like that. "Jacob and I was right
outside and he was watching through the slats. He was terrified
of Big John, but he knew what they was doin' to you was wrong."
"That's alright, Nell. Don't you fret none," I returned.
"But I do fret, Missy. See, you's only a couple a years younger
than I's is. That Jacob, all he could say was 'Look at dat white
girl! She's got lov'ly tits. They's so white.' I was so
embarrassed. I mean, Jacob's the only man I've ever been with.
And here he's rantin' and ravin' about you, Missy," Nell offered.
"Nell, why would you worry? You're young and you're free," I
said.
"But I ain't white!" she stated.
"No, you're not. But you're lovely," I replied.
"But jus' look'it these titties!" and with that, Nell dropped
her dress. She revealed small, B cup size breasts, with small
aureolas that stuck out about a half inch. "They's nothing like
your's," she said. She had a point because I have rather large,
D cup breasts with large aureolas, "Just look'it these titties.
Your's is big and mine's is little. No wonder Jacob wanted to
join those men last night."
"What ... what do you mean? Jacob's not like those other men."
I stammered.
"Oh, he'd fuck you good, if'n he had the chance and last night,
he would have, if'n I know Jacob and hadn't been there. Oh, he
done got a nice cock. Real long, but not too thick," she said. I
have to admit that I was quite surprised that I was having this
conversation with Nell. We had never been really close enough to
talk like this! And here she was talking about her man fucking
me as if she were asking me if I wanted sugar in my iced tea.
And, I hate to admit it, I was getting turned on. Not just
talking about cocks, but by seeing Nell standing there, bare
breasted. I have never been with a woman before, but then again,
I had never been with another man besides Jeffrey, until last
night.
"Nell, why don't you strip the rest of the way and get in this
here basin. There's more than enough room. Besides, I have a few
things I want to ask you," I offered.
"If'n you say so, Missy. B'sides, I'm tired. I din' get much
sleep las' night." So Nell doffed the rest of her clothing and
stepped into the bath. It was nice and warm.
"Nell, tell me, what did you see me do last night?" I asked
cautiously.
"Honey, I see'd you doing all the things a woman's s'posed to do
to a cock," she responded.
"Really? None of it was 'dirty'?" I asked.
"Heavens, No! Missy, I don' all them things b'fore. As a matter
of fact, I done a few 'dem with Jacob after we left the shack,"
she stated without so much as blinking an eye. "I use my mou'f
all the time on Jacob, but I 'specially like it when he uses his
mou'f on me."
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked. "What do you mean
when you say he uses his mouth on you?"
"Well, he pleases me. Oh, I's have a bunch of 'dem whore-gazms,"
Nell said.
"Whore-gazms?" I asked, totally confused. "I don't understand
what you mean."
"Lem'me show you," she said and began to lick my breasts,
althernating between the right and the left. She twirled and
suckled and nibbled and bit and blew and chewed. I clasped my
legs together as a small orgasm passed over me.
"Mmmmmm" was all I could say.
"Let's gets out and gets dry an' I'll shows you some other
thin's," Nell commanded. With this we stepped out of the basin
and dried off. She led me into one of the shanties that was
still standing and we lay together on a goose feather mattress.
As we lay down, she placed her hand on my pubic area. No man had
ever touched me there (excepting last night) but Jeffrey, and
this was certainly the first woman.
"I knows what will make you feel good, Missy," she said
confidently. And make me feel good, did she ever. Her hands
separated my pussy lipd and manipulated my clit. Rubbing and
rocking it, it swelled in size and another orgasm washed over me.
"Whore-gazm, now I know what you're talking about," I said.
"Yeah, you done had a good one there. But you ain' seed nothin'
yet," she smiled and lowered her face to my pussy. Having been
abused there last evening, I was very much afraid of her actions
and stiffened visibly. "R'lax, Missy. I ain' gonna bite. I's
gonna nibble a bit, but I ain' gonna bite." And with that she
licked my pussy. Wave after wave of lust was pouring over me.
Her tongue flicked over my clit and I rocketed skyward with
another orgasm.
"You can do the same to me, Missy," Nell mumbled as her tongue
was still slashing across my slit. Tentatively, I loved my
tongue toward her ebony passion box. I was surprised that it was
pink on the inside, just like mine. I though to myself "Perhaps,
we're not as different as I thought." I let my tongue wander
over her thighs, to her slit and up and down her pussy, from
clit to the heavenly hole.
Just then, Nell's tongue wanders down and began licking my
rosebud of my asshole. Since, until last evening, I was a
virgin, anally, I was surprised by her action as much as by the
men's desire to placed their cocks in there. But my questions
and wonder passed into pleasure as thrill after thrill pleased
me. Just when I thought I could take no more, I heard a deep
voice say "A-hem!"
It was Jacob. "You slut! Damn nigger-woman! You had to have her,
din' you?"
"Me? You coulden keep your eyes off'a her las' night. I was jus'
ans'rin' some of Miss'y questions. Ain' that right, Missy?" Nell
asked.
"Uh ... Yes. That's right. After the darkie's raped me last
night, I needed someone to help me with what I was feeling. Nell
was just helping out." I said.
"Helpin' out? She don' be eatin' your pussy! She be helpin' you
to one'a them whore-gazm's" Jacob yelled.
"You's jus' jealous that I'm neked with Missy and you's standin'
out there with nothin' to do but pull on your pecker, Jacob."
Nell berated Jacob. "Jus' get your black ass neked and we'll
have us a fine time with that long rifle of yours."
As Jacob removed his trousers, my eyes lit up, astonished. His
cock was about twelve inches long and very thin. Not nearly as
thick as those who had invaded my private parts the last
evening, but he was clearly the longest one of the bunch.
"Nell, what do you mean? Have a fine time?" I asked.
"I don' be knowin' about you, Missy, but I need a real good
screwin' after you don' got me heated up! Don' be rubbing the
lamp if you don' be wantin' the genie to come out of the
bottle!" Nell said. As Jacob moved closer to the bed, I saw
something that I had overlooked before: his ball sac was
absolutely huge! With each step, his balls swung side to side.
Damn! If I was covered with sperm last night (this morning?)
from those twelve men (my jury?), how much of a load could there
be in Jacob's huge sac? My curiosity was obviously peaked.
Jacob climbed on the feather mattress and sat above Nell's head.
I moved down toward her feet. Nell arched her neck and took
Jacob's cock into her mouth. The more she arched, the more of
his cock went in. Soon, all twelve inches were down Nell's
throat and Jacob's balls were slapping her on the forehead. She
made little swallowing motions and Jacob had his eyes closed,
looking up to heaven. "Damn, Nell, you jus' a little ol' sword
swallower!" Jacob said as he laughed.
"I don't know how she can do that! How does she take so much of
you? I could never get that much in." I said.
Jacob withdrew from Nell's mouth and she said, "Child, it jus'
takes a little practice. Any woman who really wants to please
her man will do 'dis for him."
I wondered whether I could do it. "Can I try? You'll have to be
patient with me," I said.
"I be itchin' to get this snake in you any way I can," Jacob
said.
I changed placed with Nell. Jacob slid his cock past my lips. I
started to choke, gagged a bit, and then found that if I relaxed
my throat, I could take him all the way in. "Try to swallow a
bit, Missy," Nell coached. Moving my throat, only made Jacob
move more quickly. My tongue followed the cock out of my mouth
each time he removed it, and I found that I could flick the tip
of my tongue at the head of his cock and make him absolutely
quiver. Jacob reinserted, and began to fuck my mouth in earnest.
As I swallowed, he started chanting "Ya, girl! Ya, girl! Ya,
girl!" and filled my throat with his hot load.
"Oh, 'dat be sumpin'!" Jacob yelled, whooping and hollering as I
cleaned the last drops of cum from his ebony snake. "She be
deservin' a prize!"
"I knows jus' what she needs, Jacob," Nell said and began to
lick and suck on my pussy. Although still sore from the previous
evening, her ministrations were breath-taking! With her ass high
in the air, she licked from the tip of my clit, down along my
pussy lips, lingering over my honey hole and then circling my
previously virgin asshole. She then made the return trip without
failing to send shudder after shudder through my body. She
surely knew how to please a woman. After what seemed like years
of pleasure, she inserted a finger into my pussy. Jacob had
recovered and was now standing over Nell, rubbing his cock in
the valley between her ass cheeks. He was beginning to revive
that slithering snake! Soon Nell was beginning to quiver and
said "Stop foolin' around and put that thing where it belongs,
Jacob!" Quickly, he slid his cock into her waiting pussy.
Meanwhile, I was quaking and shaking from repeated orgasms. I
clamped my legs together one last time and then scooted away
from Nell and her mind-bending tongue.
With Nell leaning forward, her tits smashed against the mattress
and her ass high in the air, she pushed back to meet each thrust
from Jacob. Again and again his balls slammed her clit as his
beanpole cock pushed against her cervix. I moved around behind
Jacob, still on my knees. I reached between his legs and fondled
his balls as he pumps vigorously into Nell's steaming twat. I
squeezed his balls and roughly played with them. I knew then, I
had to taste them. Jacob's rythym had increased and his motions
shortened, as he moved toward orgasm. Maybe I could help him
over the top. I leaned under and took one of his peach sized
balls between my teeth. "Damn, girl! You should'a tol' me you
was gonna do 'dat! I damn near ripped through Nell's pussy!" I
began tonguing his balls and soon he was ramming faster and
faster. "Ya! Ya! Oh, Ya!" he screamed as he came.