SLAVE OWNER

BY HOLLANDER

[ part 3 ]

When Knox got back to his plantation, after eating and washing, he sent for Missy and Amber. The young girl was hauled into the room, kicking and squalling, knowing what was in store for her. Uncle Felix, the master slave of the house, was holding her wrenching body. Missy followed forlornly, her big belly proceeding her, her cunt still sore from the reamings she’d had that day from some of the more horny bucks. Knox saw that she walked splay-footed, and knew she’d been sport for the field hands. He smiled at what horn bastards most of them were. He had designated eight women, including Darsey, Tallie and Missy for their use, and they were very good at creating field hands for him. He guessed that between the six children each had born him, and the ones now fathered by the field hands, Missy and Tallie had never been without a child in their bellies for more than a few months since they were girls. Why even Uncle Felix had fathered one each with them. That was one o! f the ways he kept Uncle Felix so cooperative, in that, when he was done with them, he let him fuck the still-young girls.

Even Mama Sally got to use the girls once Knox was done with them. She was empowered to have them to her room in the attic, where she forced them to eat out her fat, old pussy. He had heard the sounds of her love-making from the stairs to her room once. That couldn’t be a pretty sight, he’d thought, but it keeps her happy, so I’ll allow it.

Young Amber’s tears were falling like rain, and she whimpered over and over, “Please don’t hurt me no more, massa.” Knox got a raging hard-on from her fear, and he turned to Missy and Felix. “Get the little wench ready for me,” he barked, then left the bedroom to go to his sitting room. There, as he listened to the young girl’s cries and pleas, he undressed slowly, while enjoying a glass of claret.

When he returned to his bed chamber, he found Felix hold the girl in the bed by her shoulders and arms, while her mother’s head was buried in the girl’s slit, licking her to prepare her for her master. He noted that Missy, anticipating him, had also stripped, preparing to give him a drink from her milky titty as she watched him rape their young daughter.

Amber was stiff with fear, and his hard-on stiffened even more to see the fear in the 7 year-old’s eye’s. And he noted with glee that, despite of her terror, just then the experienced motions of her young mother made her orgasm in a racking fashion. Her thighs clamped her mother’s head, and her hand involuntarily grabbed the back of her mother’s head, pushing her mother’s face and tongue tightly against her hairless pussy.

Then suddenly, it wasn’t her mother between her spread legs, but her father. His big cock was already pushing to penetrate her tiny fuck hole. She screamed something incomprehensible, but it was too late, as the big rod split her open again. He began to pump her, not quickly, but steadily, and her tight young pussy involuntarily gripped his cock in almost a painful vise. But it was painful for Knox Carlton. Until Amber, he’d never spent his seed in girl’s he didn’t at least suspect could conceive for him. Even Molly had appeared ready to breed at nine, and he’d been right. But raping this 7 year-old had turned out to be delicious fun, and he decided that only the very young ones would be out of bounds in the future. He reminded himself, however, that he couldn’t forget his duties to impregnating those who could produce for him. In this part of Georgia, good field hands were needed, since the diseases of the low land claimed their toll every year. It was cheaper to ! grow your own than to have to buy them on the market in Savannah or Charleston.

Missy presented her engorged tit to him, and he had a suck of her milk, as he continued to pound away at the screaming little girl. Finally, it was too much, and he shot his load into her tiny pussy, so small that it could hold very little of his cum, the rest leaking out around his shaft, down her slit and asshole and onto the sheets.

He raped the little girl two more times that night, then felt tired and ready to sleep. He told Felix that he could have a go at her if he wanted to, but then to send her home with her mama. The lascivious Felix took Amber to his room, and from the sounds he heard before he went to sleep, must have taken him up on the offer.

Next day, Paulette and Greta arrived and were taken to the kitchen for Mama Sally’s inspection. Sally came immediately to Knox with her report. “Da one named Paulette look ready, but da one name Greta is having her lady’s time,” Sally said in a businesslike fashion.

“Well,” Knox said after a moment, “then bring me Paulette and lock Greta in a room until she is done with her time. Make sure she is bathed and well-taken care of, well fed. If I’m gonna breed her, I want her healthy.”

“Yessir, massa,” Sally said, and went away. In about two hours, she returned with young Paulette, who was bathed, perfumed and dressed in a light robe, nothing on underneath it. She was awed and frightened in the presence of her master, still confused by all that had happened to her since being sold into slavery by her uncle, who had killed her father and sold all of his children to Arab slavers. The sheikh who had bought her knew she would be worth more as a virgin, so he had protected her on the voyage to Georgia, then sold her to Knox at a premium for her breeding capacity. She thought her protected status would continue. But Mama Sally, who spoke a language she understood, had told her she had to do everything Massa Knox told her to do. Mama Sally was there to interpret the strange language he spoke.

Knox looked her over. She was obviously uncomfortable that he could see through the robe. Her young breasts were standing at attention, the nipples hard and taut. Her young cunt had the barest beginnings of a bush, and her little ass was boyish and firm. Her legs were slender, those of the young girl she was. His cock begin to get ready for her rape. “Tell her to take off her robe,” he demanded, and Mama Sally complied. The girl looked confused, and did nothing. Knox waited a moment, then commanded again. Again, the girl only looked from face to face. This was what Knox was hoping for. He strode to the girl and ripped the robe from her even as she tried to hold it in place. He slapped her, then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her toward the bed. He fondled one of her young breasts as he pushed her down on the bed. Mama Sally told her to lie on the bed as she was told. She huddled there in fear as the big white man took his own clothes off. She shuddered when! she saw the big, erect cock, and she knew now what he meant to do with her.

But then he was suddenly gentle again. He pushed his face between her legs and began to lick her girl parts. It felt good, and he was caressing her thighs as he did it. Soon, she was feeling pleasure like she’d never felt before. It felt so good that she could think of nothing else. Then suddenly, it was like a starburst in her head, as she writhed in pleasure under the tonguing of the master. He was making her feel so good. She finally felt her orgasm end, and she lay back on the pillows, limp with pleasure.

Then, suddenly, he was pushing that big cock into her. The head was against her girl hole, demanding entrance. She’d seen men do this to girls before, and she knew it hurt them. She put her hands up to push him away, but Mama Sally was now above her, grabbing her arms and holding her down. The big cock was now entering her tiny hole, stretching her entrance and causing her agonizing pain. She screamed “No!” in her language, but the big man only smiled at her. He said something she did not understand, and Mama Sally’s translation was vague, but she did catch the words “rape” and “baby.” She tried to move out from under him, but by now his weight was on her, pinning her to the bed. Then that big cock was pushing into her. She screamed in pain, then screamed in agony as the head pushed through her membrane. He shoved it cruelly up her passage, slamming it against her cervix. She didn’t know these words, but she felt the searing pain of that huge shaft ripping up her ! passage.

Then he began to piston the big thing in and out of her hole, putting her almost over the edge with pain. She was even tighter than Knox had hoped. “Damn,” he thought, as he thrilled to the tight little 11 year-old cunt grasp his cock, “she’s only a little bigger than Amber at 7.” It didn’t take long for Knox to come in the little girl’s pussy, shooting a huge load of his potent baby-making juice directly into her cervix.

She lay limply when it was over, and she couldn’t even respond to Mama Sally’s demands that she “clean massa wid yo’ mouth.” Mama Sally had had to perform that chore, getting Knox ready for round two. And there was not only round two, but rounds three and four that night. Then the girl was carried to a room, laid on a bed and left to cry herself to sleep when the pain finally subsided enough to allow it.

Then, next day, in the afternoon, a new game began. And it went on everyday like that for two straight weeks. Then it was the other girl’s turn to scream and cry herself to sleep. But Paulette still had to show up once a day after the first night of the other girl’s screams, to present her girl hole to the white man. By now, it didn’t hurt as much, and sometimes it even made her feel good. Another girl was always there to lick her girl thing after the first night. He never did it again, but it was easier to take his thing in her now.

Then she began to throw up in the mornings. She had to lie in bed for an hour or more each morning until she threw up in the chamber pot. Mama Sally just smiled and told her she could now start working in the kitchen. She also noticed her little titties had become very sensitive. And she could still hear Greta’s screams and her crying in the mornings when she was locked back in her room.