Slave by the Pond
by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
Been enjoying and thinking all week about the stories you have on your site. Oh my, HOW
I've enjoyed your wicked words! Let me share a nasty tryst with you that just oozes evil.
And you can't imagine how hard it is to write with this piece of black meat straining to
tip over this desk!
The year is circa 1820, and slavery is alive and well in the land. I managed to escape a terrible
situation from my former owner and was wanted. Exhausted from sleeping on the trains and
stealing away in between stops to gather food and better clothing, I lay down near a
beautiful pond hidden deep in the woods just below a ridge. Where it leads, I've no idea.
It's afternoon and after a sound nap, I awake, ruffle through my few possessions for a
soap bar. I remove my tattered clothes, and walk neck-deep into the cool water to get my
black skin glistening. I come back towards the shore a few steps. About this time, you're
taking your afternoon walk from your plantation house and from a distance you hear the
water being dipped and splashed. By whom you've no idea. But to satisfy your curiosity,
you continue forward and upon clearing the bend, you see me, standing in the water.
You gasped and put your hand over your mouth and eyes, thinking, "Where did this
nigger come from? And why is he here instead up on the farm working the fields?" Upon
a closer look you don't recognize my face. But you hold back and just take in the sight,
making sure I don't leave.
Seeing me there makes your mind wander toward that ultimate of taboos, that white
mandingo lust you fight hard to resist even thinking. But the scene continues, as I'm
taking my sweet time, enjoying the nice warm weather and cool breeze blowing across the
water. I'm soaped up, most of my upper torso white with soap. Stand just over mid-thigh
deep in the water, you notice my cock is buried in the water and sways slightly as I move
around to get cleaner than I've been in a month.
I don't see you but I continue to bathe, turning around, facing outward toward the lake, I
pull my black length out of the water, and begin soaping my cock flesh. Invariably it gets
semi-hard, and with your view to the side of me, you're able to get a good look at my
expanding black member. You're whispering three words to yourself...'oh my god...'. I
continue to clean my black cock and asscheeks, dipping into the water, and coming up
perfectly black, perfectly wet, and immensely hard. I slap my cock's full length into the
water, creating a big splash, squeezing myself very hard and slamming my cock into the
water several times.
You've seen nigger cocks before, and you know the stories gentle ladies tell to one
another in the parlor, but this was an unforgettable moment and one you were guaranteed to
share with the ladies back at the mansion! What a treat.
I finish unexpectedly and start walking out of the water toward the shore, when you notice
me. You get up suddenly, slipping on the rock you were sitting on and landing flat on your
backside, yelping a quick "Owww!" I notice you after the noise, and run toward
you.
"AAGGGHHH!!! Stay away from me nigger!!! I'm leaving right now!" I come closer to
you, still completely naked. "What are you doing on our property, nigger?"
I was just getting cleaned up. Been on the road for days.
"You back up, you stay away from me, or I'll scream for the foreman!"
I'm not touching you, lady! I just want to ask you not to report me. I'll be on my way
right soon. Just please don't tell anyone I was here.
"I've a good mind to have you whipped for using our pond. And I'll have to report
you. You have to be returned to your plantation promptly."
No ma'am, I can't let that happen. I spent four months planning to get out that place, and
I'm not going back under ANY circumstances.
"Look, you have to understand, you're a negro slave. There's nothing for you here.
You can't stay. I'll make sure you're returned safely. Now get your clothes and follow me,
boy."
I reach forward quickly and grab your arm. "I said I can't do that!" And I can't
let you go back up the ridge to the plantation until I'm gone. So you're staying right
here. I grab both your arms and sit you down firmly on the rock behind you. All the while
I've forgotten I'm naked as the day I was born, standing before you, my heavy black cock
meat hanging low and swinging between my thighs each time I move.
"Look, you nigger piece of shit. I'm a LADY. And I don't take orders from slaves.
They take orders from ME! When I'm through with you, there won't be any flesh left on your
back. And I will do the flogging myself!"
There's gotta be another way. I backed up for a moment and knew that I didn't have any
rope to tie you up with. So I figured there's only one thing to do to hold you here long
enough for me to get away. I come toward you, quickly grabbing the top of your dress and
sleeves, and rip them off with force! This is the only way I can tie this white lady up
and give myself enough time to get back toward the tracks before I'm discovered.
You start to scream, but I put a hand over your mouth. Naked from the waist up with your
heaving bosoms, I lead you toward a smooth maple tree, sit you down and tie your hands
behind you. You're struggling and cursing me on high. But sitting there before me as I
think of what to do next, your face is right at the level of where my cockhead is hanging.
Mesmerized, you stare while I'm looking off, considering my next moves. You feel a slight
flare in your pussy lips, and you hate yourself for not being able to control your
thoughts toward the "DARK side." I turn and see you staring right at my cock.
"What the fuck are you staring at bitch?"
Your.... your... manhood..., it's just... OUT there!
"Well, I'm sorry to upset you with it. You didn't gave me neither the privacy or the
time to put on anything."
I, too, am affected by your beauty, having been taught never to look at a white lady, much
less ever imagine one naked before me. I glance at your tender breasts and notice that
your nipples are hard, pink, and pointed. Without notice, my cock begins to swell again
uncontrollably.
"You have to let me go. You can't just leave me like this!"
What do you mean, I HAVE to? I'm the one in control of this situation for the moment. I
catch myself openly staring at your breasts, and wondering what it would be like. Stop it!
Don't even think that thought, I say to myself. It ain't gonna happen.
You continue to struggle, getting desperate. You can't be allowed to be left here, and you
can't be found half-naked, tied to a tree. No one will ever let you live this down if they
found out. And you could never tell the truth of what happened, or YOU would be flogged!
"I'm leaving ma'am. Try not to scream until long after I'm gone. Someone will
discover you in time, I'm sure."
"NO, you idiot nigger! Who do you think you are!!! You can't do this to me!"
"Oh, I can't? Look, you white bitch, YOU'RE the one who's tied up, not me! I can do
anything I want."
"I'll scream rape when you leave, and I know your face. I'll have you hunted and I'll
identify you no matter where you go!"
"Oh, you will, will you? Well, that's not going to happen if I can help it. I gave
you a chance, lady, to help yourself and me. But you're intent on hurting me now. Would
you really do that? Turn me in?"
"You're goddamned right. That's all I'll think about until I see your nigger hide flogged,
resold, or hanged."
"Well, then that definitely changes things. If I'm going to be accused of something,
I might as well do it, don't you think, white lady?"
"NO!! YOU WOULDN'T DARE, DAMN YOU!!!!"
I come forward, lean over you, my searing hot cock flesh laid against your naked chest,
and tear your dress-restraints off you. I pick you up, stand you straight, and progress to
tear off your petticoats and bloomers until we're both totally naked before each other. My
cock is poking straight toward the top of your beautifully rounded white belly.
I slap your face hard, leaving a red welt across your left cheek. "Don't you look at
me, you white bitch! Instead, give me your hand!" I took your hand and
placed it right on the middle part of my thick cockshaft. You're either staring at my
cock or at your hand, I don't know which... and don't care.
"I'm going to take you around the world in the next two hours, bitch. Some things
I've always wanted to do and have done to me is finally gonna happen today. Get on your
fucking knees!"
You do so and are staring straight my fat black cock, your dainty white fingers wrapped
halfway around the middle of my long cock stalk. "You do everything I tell you to do,
white slut, and I'll let you go back home. If you don't, then, you don't want to
know..."
"Pull on my cock, bitch.... harder.. pull it down toward my knees.. that's it. Now,
put it in your mouth and see what it's like to suck a nigger."
"I'll NEVER!"
I pull your hair back, and as you gasp in pain, I shove the head of my cock right between
your teeth. Holding your head tight between my hands, I wait until your tongue comes
forward, then I slowly begin easing my length in and out, little more at a time, holding
it deep, then letting it back. I'm looking as your jaw is stretched grotesquely around my
black girth. I reach down and begin pulling your nipples really hard, pinching them almost
till they bleed, making them very tender, sore, and bruised. You moan in pain while I see
how far your pink nipples will stretch out from your chest. I go for broke, and put my
hand at the back of your head, and push slowly and firmly until your mouth is impaled on
me. What a pretty sight for a nasty white bitch.
"You keep this up, lady, and I'll turn you into white slave-slut!"
I turn around with my ass near your face. "Now, pull my cock back between my thighs,
and suck it that way..." You reach through my thighs and pull me back, watching as my
heavy, bloated black balls are squeezed backwards. You suck even better in this position
as your resistance is weakening.
"Lick higher, damn you!" You plop my cockhead out of your mouth and lick upwards
the length of my cock. "Higher!"
You lick at my balls very gently, your eyes touching my asscheeks. "Now, go higher
again."
But...
"Do it!"
You insert your tongue between my black cheeks and swipe your tongue upwards. Then raise
your hands and separate my cheeks and go deeper, inserting your tongue deeply into me,
holding it there.
"Ahh... shit, that feels good! If only your fancy white girlfriends could see you
now, licking away at a nigger's ass! What a filthy slave-slut, they'd think. Hell you
wouldn't be able to buy a ticket back in this state!"
After enjoying a sufficient amount of your tongue. I turn around and pull you up to me, my
cock locked between your thighs, raking against your glisteningly wet pink slit.
"My little white slave-slut feels like she wants more of this ol' nigger's dick. Is
that right my lady?" You say nothing, but only nod yes...slightly.
I pull you down onto the large torn petticoat laying in the thick grass, get between your
thighs, pulling your pussy hair, making the back of your upturned thighs meet the front of
mine. The complete color contrast of our skin is incredibly evil, yet attractive.
"Yea, I'm gonna bust me a white slut today, damn
you!"
I reach down and insert the head of my cock gently,
holding it there. I see you looking at me, wide-eyed, and I say, "What are you
looking at, slut?" and then proceed to tear through your tender tissues with brutal
force, making you scream in agony as my black flesh pillar relentlessly pounds itself
deeper and deeper, stretching your womanly tissues inch by inch, wondering how much more
you can take. Like a grunting beast, I grab your thighs and pull myself into you, feeling
the tightness of your cervix squeezing the head of my cock, knowing that I'm closer than any
man's ever been to your womb. The brutal black-fucking you're receiving continues
ceaselessly for more than an hour, as every muscle inside and out of your body tightens
from soreness.
I realize you can't take much more, and I begin taunting you in a mean way. "I'm
gonna open your little white pussy up real good. Yea, this nigger cock is stretching that
slutty white pussy so that you'll never enjoy another white cock again..." I'm
slamming and ramming your poor little pussy, your lips are stretched, dragging themselves
pitifully along the sides of my cockstalk. What a beautiful sight, I think to myself. But
your cervix is starting to bruise my cockhead, and even I can't last much longer.
Leaning down towards your face, I lower my voice, telling you, "Yea, I'll bet you'll
be bringing your little white ass down here again in hope of getting your pussy stretched
by a common nigger, huh? Well, if you're anywhere even close to your fertile period, I'll
be leaving you a present to take back with you..."
You begin to scream and kick, "Oh no!! You can't!! Don't even think of... pleeeeease
pull it out, pleeeeease, NOW!!" I hold your hips tightly, and begin a long low
guttural scream as I pour my scalding hot dark seed directly into your fertile womb. I cum
and cum, yelling and cussing as I continue spurting and spurting my black baby-making cream
into your loins, and as your love channel fills with cum, it begins to felch out of the
sides and onto your thighs, down your asscheeks. Almost two minutes later, exhausted, I
pull the length of my cock out of you, and climb toward your face.
"Clean me, slave-slut."
You're strung out, but look right into my eyes as you
dutifully clean the remaining cum off my cock, until it's a beautifully polished, slick
deep black. I get up, barely able to stand. Your hands and thighs fall flat onto the
petticoat. I gather my things and leave....
Two months later, you're carrying my black child in your womb, wondering how on
earth you're ever going to explain it, since you told no one of the incident at
the pond. Plenty of time for making alternative plans, but for now you only
wish.
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com